I was going to hold this back for the next news bulletin, but it got too lengthy for that use, so here it is in its full glory as a stand alone:
A couple days ago, I happened to get home early from work and decided to bake The Crabby Man his beloved Snickerdoodles. I had planned for them to be still warm from the oven when Crabby got home. But alas, sometimes things don’t go as planned.
I had only left the kitchen for a couple minutes, but when I returned, all that was left of the Snickerdoodles were crumbs. In the center of the kitchen, a safe distance from the counter, sat Morty, licking his chops, yet looking oh so innocent.
There was no need for a trial to convict Morty of the crime. He was the only dog in the house at the time. If an alien, home invader or other outside responsible party entered the house, our built-in k9 alarm system would have sounded off once said entity stepped on the property, but no such alarm was heard. Morty was as guilty as guilty gets. Just look at his expression when Crabby confronted him with his crime:
Click on the picture to enlarge it if you can’t see Morty’s eyes. They are priceless!
Crabby and Morty discussed the crime as follows:
Something to note in the little exchange between Morty and his dad is that Morty didn’t actually promise never to take food from the counter again. Indeed, the very next night I made jerky for the dogs and left it to cool on top of the stove. Once again Mortimer helped himself.
I baked peanut butter cookies tonight (look at me go!), said cookies set to cool far out of reach of Mr. Mortimer, much to his dismay. Oh the days when none of the dogs could reach the counters….