I really love these two bite cinnamon rolls from Costco. When I left this evening, this box was about 1/3 full, pushed to the back of the counter next to the stove.
When I got home, it was was on the floor in the living room.
Empty.
I guess Norm had a snack.
We always knew our dog wasn't normal. Most of the time we can laugh off his quirks - call him "The Woody Allen of Dogs" and be more careful about where we leave food, plastic bags, or kleenex (he likes to destroy all three).
But I really hate it when he gets hold of large quantities of food. While this is the first time it's happened with cinnamon rolls, every few months he manages to grab a loaf of bread off of a counter, and the process is relatively the same.
But Norm doesn't just EAT the bread, or cinnamon rolls, or bagels, or apples. That would be much too simple. Instead, he destroys the packaging (he particularly loves shredding plastic bags) and then proceeds to stash pieces of the food all over the house.
ALL OVER THE HOUSE.
Did you catch what I said there? Like an alcoholic in denial, he hides secret stores of said stolen food anywhere he can think of.
Like under the pillows on the couch.
And my new chairs.
In laundry baskets, preferably full of clean clothes.
And in his bed.
(He also decided to unstuff a pillow, which is where the white fiberfill came from. Thanks dog).
And in MY BED.
!@#$ and double %^&*!
So when I rolled into the house late this evening ready to crash, that couldn't really happen till I went on a treasure hunt for hidden sugar bombs, changed all the blankets, sheets, and pillow cases, and vacuumed all the furniture. ARGGGGGGH!!!
I have about 8 loads of laundry to do tomorrow now, on top of scrubbing sticky cinnamon & sugar paste off of all the furniture and thoroughly vacuuming every nook and cranny.
Not exactly the projects I had planned, but I suppose the house was due for a good cleaning...
Now I just have to wait and see if my dog goes into insulin shock or a diabetic coma...
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