"Don't blame me. I was just wrapping your present."
You all must think I'm staging this for some publicity. You know, bad publicity is better than no publicity. But I'm here to tell you, I lock my stuff up. She recently discovered how to open doors and drawers. And no, I can't and won't crate her. Besides ruining her teeth on both wire and plastic crates, I really hate the way they look in our main living areas. So we'll have to devise locks on the doors.
"It's not my fault I don't have opposable thumbs."
The other day, while I was sitting at my computer, she casually strolled into then out of the bathroom carrying a NexCare band aid box she found laying on the bathtub ledge. It always cracks me up to see the Sibe casually strolling around the house with contraband in her mouth. I laughed, softly told her "no" and she dropped it immediately. Because she was such an angel in front of me, I gave her something delicious to chew in its place.
But don't worry. I wasn't born yesterday. New anti-sibe systems are already underway.