Our dog does the strangest things! I heard my man say, "Where in the world did this wood come from? How did the puppies get a stick in the house?"
I thought, "Sticks?! I love sticks! The dog must have a stick. Wish I had a stick." Ahhh, a mystery. A challenge. Let me snoop around and see what I can find!
In the dining room, I found it!
The scene of the crime. The dog had actually removed a wooden spoon from the dishwasher when my lady wasn't looking! He snuck it into the dining room. For some reason, he thinks under the dining room table is a good hiding spot. Hmmph! Doesn't he realize everybody and anybody can see you when you go under the dining room table? A good hiding spot would be under a bed!
Well, not only had he stolen a wooden spoon. He had stolen my lady's favorite knife!
He ruined the spoon!!! Well, never to be one to pass up a good opportunity . . .
I picked out a good looking piece of spoon . . .
And took off as fast as I could. But alas, I always listen when my lady calls.
And for my good behavior, what do I get? That dad-blasted camera flash in my eyes. But, hey, I got my stick and she let me enjoy it for a while.