We all know “The Fifth Amendment” protects one from being forced to incriminate themselves. Incriminating oneself is defined as exposing oneself (or another) to “an accusation or charge of a crime.”

That seemed to be Harley’s story…

This is his famous "it wasn't me" pose...

This is his famous “it wasn’t me” pose…

…and he was sticking to it!

Allow me to start from the beginning….

The day started like all the others. We had an exhilarating walk, completed our daily garage grooming session afterwards, then devoured our breakfast like champions.

While sipping what had to be the BEST cup of java ever, I retreated to the laundry room to straighten out a disarrayed shelf full of toys, treats, collars, leashes and a slew of stuff we rarely use.

Amongst the clutter was a “draw string sack” from one of Tiffany’s purses. Our daughter is a card carrying, certified boutique shopping Purse-a-holic! The pocketbooks, clutches, and satchels she gravitates towards, come complete with their own “slip cover” to protect them when they are not in use. Really? Really!!

Don’t ask me what it was doing on the Doodle shelf, because I don’t know, it just managed to be there.

I tossed it on the floor along with the growing mound of items that didn’t belong, and I continued to inventory, discard and re-stack.

I could have been in there for a total of ten minutes or less. During that time, I do not recall having an company. I don’t even remember anyone sticking their head in the doorway.

Apparently I was wrong. When I did come out of the room, all eyes were on me…

This was an indicator of shear guilt...

This was an indicator of shear guilt…

It took me a minute to analyze the remains. I scanned the area like “Detective Olivia Benson” from Law & Order. I wanted to gain as much knowledge BEFORE touching the crime scene. While doing so, I did notice as I surveyed and processed the area, Harley was slowly inching away from the evidence…

Just WHERE was he going???

Just WHERE was he going???

The more I called names – the more they ignored me. I began to film the suspects with my iPhone…

As I studied the shredded material, it all started to come together. This was the slip cover I threw on the floor in the laundry room. But:

  • When did they get it?
  • How did they get it?
  • Who got it?

As I gasped aloud to emphasize my disappointment, Leo immediately threw his head down on the floor.. It was as if he wanted to confess: Pawlease forgive me Momma”…



I’ll never be a dog trainer. It’s not in my DNA and I’ve accepted this. For when these situations occur, within a few minutes of trying to discipline them, I bust out laughing because their gestures and facial expressions – to me – are always priceless….

Life is too freaking short to be mad .....

Life is too freaking short to be mad …..

Tiffany darling, we owe you a purse slip cover, but chances are, you never even missed this one…

This little memorable moment validates that The Boys and I are a match made in heaven: they plead the fifth and I can’t discipline 🙂 Anybody else out there like us?

Have a good one, thanks for reading…



  • Lonnie Shapiro
    March 12, 2014

    How can one ever get mad at a Doodle, especially Leo! He was just having a little “moment” and like you said Tiffany won’t even know it is missing! Love, love, love your pictures Cathy!

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      I agree with you Lonnie – 100%
      Just their expressions when I talk to them. They keep me smiling 24/7.

      Thanks so much for coming to the website 🙂 Love having you here, please come back soon.

  • Tiffany
    March 12, 2014

    Hilarious!! No need to replace the purse cover. The laugh I got from that story makes us even 🙂

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      Thanks Tiffany, because I was sure looking for another one somewhere in this house for you. the Boys said they’re sorry….

  • Yvonne
    March 12, 2014

    Oh My!

    Boys will be boys and lets face it they look so adorable !! I love to see them playing together it warms the heart thanks for the video.

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      We’re gonna come and tear up something in your laundry room one day Yvonne so we can really warm your heart – HA! Just doodle joking with you on that one…..

  • Sheila
    March 12, 2014

    Cathy, If you aren’t gonna discipline them, (kind of like me) then dang it, you need to get them a cat ! Then they don’t have to except the blame, or throw the blame towards each other. They can just look towards the cat and figure, Mom will definitely know the cat did it !!

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      HA! Sheila, I never thought of that. But my luck the cat I choose will be an angel….

  • slimdoggy
    March 12, 2014

    We’re with you on the discipline, sometimes it’s just too me filming Jack digging up the back yard. He’s just being a dog, how can I get mad?

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      Slim, we’re with you all the way. I personally are always more intrigued with how their minds seem to work vs. getting annoyed. Life with dogs is wonderful, ALL of it! Let Jack dig!!!!

  • emma
    March 12, 2014

    Mom has a hard time keeping a straight face with us as well. She knows we didn’t mean any true harm so who cares? At my house, Katie always tattles on us so Mom knows she isn’t the one that did the crime.

    • Cathy Bennett
      March 12, 2014

      Emma, you’ve got to teach Katie that tattling isn’t cool. Your Mom sounds a lot like me – they just loves us – through the good, the bad, and the ugly 🙂

  • Kimberly Gauthier
    March 13, 2014

    Shoes and toilet paper aren’t safe in our house. LOL

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