<div dir="ltr"><div>Renee Renee Renee, you're supposed to be on my side. :) Just Kidding but I really do try to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. I always hide his doings from the dadslave (who thinks Rupert looks anything but sweet and innocent). The only problem with your theory is that when I was walking up to my frontdoor I saw Cowboy (my angel) sitting in the livingroom, minding his own business. I now know he was sitting there just waiting to see my reaction. So I open the door and sing out "Oh boys! Who wants to go to th-" as I round the corner into the kitchen. That's when I see Rupert (with an extra rotten smirk up on two paws) pulling a box of cake mix from the pantry cabinet. He drops said box on floor, looks at me S-H-O-C-K-E-D! and cowers into a down position, slowly rolling over for a bellyrub. I mean, hey might as well try while he's down there. </div>
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<div>So I guess now the story goes that after the robbers ran away he decided he'd bake mom a cake....? :)</div>
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<div>Ahhhh, silly crazy sometimes rotten bassets....life would be so un-fun without these guys! and gals of course! :)</div>
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<div>Kacy, with cowboy and rupert</div>
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