"White Dog NEVER gets blamed for ANYTHING!" Bella complained. "Yeah," Zsofia agreed, "You would think she was Perfect!"
I looked at White Dog to silence her response and then back at her sisters sitting in front of me in the dreaded "Sit-Stay" practice timeout. White Dog shuffled through the spray of torn paper and tissue bits that covered the momma chair and floor surrounding it...just to make a silent point.
Softly I reached out and pulled a piece of the grocery list out of the corner of Bella's lips. "Maybe it is because she does a better job of hiding the evidence," I suggested.
Zsofia began to woo her defense. "and maybe White Dog knows when to accept responsibility for her actions, Little One who will one day be Queen." She grunted. "And just for the record, future Queens do NOT go around stealing used tissues and shredding them into confetti all over the room."