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The Case of the Missing Cookies
So Ray and I just figured out something, and I was laughing so hard I was crying...
Ray picked the kids up early from school yesterday to take advantage of the good weather and took them to a park. I got home and started dinner and decided to make a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies as a couple of neighbors were coming over to play and I have been wanting to make this particular recipe.
So everyone comes over, cookies are shared, everyone leaves, and about a dozen cookies are left on the kitchen table...
Let me just remind you we have a Wiener dog, Dachshund, small dog, that is not supposed to be able to jump much.
So I do the bedtime routine with Audrey (which took two hours) and Ray puts Ashley to bed. Ray gets to go back downstairs and enjoys TV without me. He looked for the cookies. He looked in all the cabinets thinking I had hid them as they are completely his weakness. He can't find them, so he gives up.
Flash forward to 1 a.m. Tootles, the lovely dog, normally sleeps like a log at night in our bed, under the covers. Instead, last night she spent two hours pacing, breathing heavy and annoying the living crap out of us. Ray took her out once. I took her out once and gave her some water, which she inhaled.
I look for the cookies this morning and wonder where the hell Ray put them. I was going to take one to work.
I didn't think about them until a few minutes ago. I remembered that Ray was going to be late tonight, so I called him to see where he hid them.
He didn't. He wanted to know where I hid them.
Do you see the light bulb going off??
No wonder Tootles had issues last night. The DAMN DOG ATE MY COOKIES.
Amy appears every Wednesday on TriangleMom2Mom. Read more about Amy at her blog A Family Story.
Amy Williamson
Amy is a TriangleMom2Mom featured blogger, appearing every Wednesday.
She lives in Holly Springs with her two
daughters, a four-year old aspiring High School Musical character and a
two-year old who believes every day should start at 5 a.m. Amy and her
husband met while attending Virginia Tech and relocated here two years
ago from Virginia to escape the traffic and intermittent snow. Amy
works in finance and her husband is a real estate agent. Amy enjoys
playing bassoon for the Holly Springs Community Band and can often be
found in her garage practicing and scaring off the neighborhood cats.
So Ray and I just figured out something, and I was laughing so hard I was crying...
Ray picked the kids up early from school yesterday to take advantage of the good weather and took them to a park. I got home and started dinner and decided to make a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies as a couple of neighbors were coming over to play and I have been wanting to make this particular recipe.
So everyone comes over, cookies are shared, everyone leaves, and about a dozen cookies are left on the kitchen table...
Let me just remind you we have a Wiener dog, Dachshund, small dog, that is not supposed to be able to jump much.
So I do the bedtime routine with Audrey (which took two hours) and Ray puts Ashley to bed. Ray gets to go back downstairs and enjoys TV without me. He looked for the cookies. He looked in all the cabinets thinking I had hid them as they are completely his weakness. He can't find them, so he gives up.
Flash forward to 1 a.m. Tootles, the lovely dog, normally sleeps like a log at night in our bed, under the covers. Instead, last night she spent two hours pacing, breathing heavy and annoying the living crap out of us. Ray took her out once. I took her out once and gave her some water, which she inhaled.
I look for the cookies this morning and wonder where the hell Ray put them. I was going to take one to work.
I didn't think about them until a few minutes ago. I remembered that Ray was going to be late tonight, so I called him to see where he hid them.
He didn't. He wanted to know where I hid them.
Do you see the light bulb going off??
No wonder Tootles had issues last night. The DAMN DOG ATE MY COOKIES.
Amy appears every Wednesday on TriangleMom2Mom. Read more about Amy at her blog A Family Story.
Amy Williamson
Amy is a TriangleMom2Mom featured blogger, appearing every Wednesday.
She lives in Holly Springs with her two daughters, a four-year old aspiring High School Musical character and a two-year old who believes every day should start at 5 a.m. Amy and her husband met while attending Virginia Tech and relocated here two years ago from Virginia to escape the traffic and intermittent snow. Amy works in finance and her husband is a real estate agent. Amy enjoys playing bassoon for the Holly Springs Community Band and can often be found in her garage practicing and scaring off the neighborhood cats.
Comments
Ah!!! I remember one year putting cookies out for Santa on the kitchen table and putting the kids to bed. We then irresponsibly went next door while the kids were sleeping to have a Christmas Eve cocktail with our neighbors. I raised my glass and then departed, not so worried about the safety of my children as what people would think. When I got home the cookies were gone!
I momentarily thought that Santa had come and gone while I was next door. But that's crazy. It wasn't even midnight! Then I saw the sheepish look on my doberman's face. Yeah, Garth thought he was Santa there for a second.
Did your dog get sick? Usually chocolate makes them really sick...and I've heard that some even die. I experienced it personally when Garth decided to chow down on some chocolates we had brought home from Paris. The scene later that night was NOT pretty!