I am thankful that mom loves me, and didn't decide to throw me out onto the mean streets after I ate just a teeny, tiny bit of her granola. So what if she could see about 2 square inches of the bottom of the pan, it doesn't mean I ate that much. So what that the other pan had the same amount missing. It just goes to show that it couldn't possibly have been me. I mean, seriously, like I would eat that much from both pans of granola?
And so what that there is photographic evidence of me licking my chops. It doesn't mean anything. Any pug worth his or her salt does the same thing day or night. (Right, guys?)
And so what there was oatmeal in my poops. I found that oatmeal, on the floor, yeah, on the floor. You really ought to clean up better after yourself, mom.
Anyway, I am thankful I have her, even if she does believe the worst of me.