Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I am napping with Auggie and the phone rings.
I hear Dave's key in the door and walk downstairs.
I've been baking all day and want Dave to sample some of
the new cookies I've baked.
I see torn up paper on the carpet.
"Oh crap, did the dogs get into something?"
Dave is standing there with an slightly annoyed/amused
look on his face.
"It's butter; Daisy greeted me at the door with a piece of wrapper
stuck to her face"
We found the box. The dogs ate an entire pound of butter.
Now they are laying around looking uncomfortable.
Should be a fun night.