The Treat Jar Mission

“Come on we need to go,” I said.

“Ahhhhhhhhh look look,” my sister screamed.  We were standing in the kitchen.
I looked over to see my mom biting her lip all worried about getting to school on time.  
In my head I was thinking, “What is my sister panicking about?” My sister is always worried
if our new dogs are okay.

“Come on we need to go or we’re going to be late for school,” my annoyed mom said.  My
dog was on top of the kitchen table trying to pry open the treat jar. There he was standing
on the blue tablecloth.  His little puggy body standing on the table .

“OMG look at his jiggling fat rolls”!