Playing with Dangerous and Breaking Rules

The Snickerdoodle comes with many, many rules that must be followed in order to ensure that I inherit 30 sewing machines and that she is returned in the exact same pristine condition in which I picked her up. One of these endless rules is that the Snickerdoodle must be returned to her native habitat at least once a day so that she can frolic around, not eat and do whatever else she does in my mom's backyard. This is a pain in the ass because it means every morning I have to get up, drive to my parents', return Emmah and then do the whole all over again to get her back. Today I decided to do a little walking on the wild side and did not chauffeur the Snickerdoodle back to her palace since I had absolutely no reason to go over that way except to drop her off and pick her up. As a result, Emmah keeps coming to see me, looking at me expectantly and I swear, threatening to tell my mom that I held her hostage.