I could run, but I could not hide.
They made me nervous, with their pawing all over me all the time. There was no rest for the weary. So, I thought I'd give them a little something to do instead of rest their weary bums on the sofa watching The Real McCoys.
Mom started tossing my pee pads all over the living room floor to shut Dad up so I could walk without leaving bloody paw prints everywhere. Oh, and BTW, Dad did a good job of cleaning up the mess.