Pooches: The One Where Miss M is Over It

There used to be a time when the pups were always on their best behavior.
And this was the worst thing Mr. B had ever done.
 I think they lived by the Little Orphan Annie mentality that there was always a chance that they might be sent back to where they came from. And they didn't want to take any chances.

Perhaps clever Miss M actually figured out how to read signed adoption paperwork, but one day she realized they were here to stay. And they became comfortable.
It first started when the pups decided to excuse themselves after dinner. To keep discipline consistent, we used to have them stay in their crates where they were fed until they were excused. But one day, we realized they were excusing themselves and just walking around. And Mr. B was just walking around with stuffy in tow and he was even doing things like this.

Then Miss M took things a bit further, and she would sneak onto the forbidden sofa. Though she was always clever and pretended like she had just been sleeping in her own bed the whole time. Even when she had this evidence attached to her.

Though now we realize Miss M is just over it.
See, we have a little understanding where the dogs are left in their unlatched crate (and tepee!) when we leave.  And they think that we don't know that they actually come out and walk around because they are very careful to run back to their beds the moment they hear us coming home.
Mr. B takes this very seriously and he always makes sure that he is in his bed when we come back. A few times we have even caught a glimpse of his little buttock scurrying away to his bed.

For awhile, Miss M would play along too. There were only a few times when we caught sight of her rubenesque belly trotting down the hallway. Because she was usually back in time.
Then we would catch her as she was just walking down the hallway, often giving us a backwards glance, as she returned to her bed.
Which has now become her just standing in the hallway, without any attempt to pretend she was in her bed the whole time.
Maybe she knows that we know she was walking around, and she just doesn't see the point in humoring us anymore?
And maybe Miss M is just over it. Or we aren't the enforcers we once were.

Also:
See, he really was in his tepee the whole time!
We have evidence this happens too.
The first time.
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