So, here it is a lovely day - go stitch (late) in the a.m at the Scarlet Thread. Meet Donna. We all sittch a little, oooh and aaaaah, order in lunch. DH getting off early from work, we even get him to pick up lunch for "the ladies" and himself, and come join us. Bravely, hanging out to lunch in the shop with us. Then he heads home (very tired, having played hockey late the last 2 nights, and being at work early), while I go meet Donna and her lovely DD for some quick shopping.
So, what about the dog you ask? Well, yesterday was little - or not so little - Puckster's birthday - and he got lots of cuddles, and play time, and good treats. Plus, for some stupid reason, his mommy who is supposed to be on Weight Watchers had some craving and baked choc chip-pecan cookies (yum, with real organic ymmmy butter). I don't know why the craving, I eat
2 and that's it. The other 5 dozen, well, DH had some, some for the office, some in a tub. And I made up a plateful on a decorative little plate from the ungiven holiday gifts, for our next door neighbors - with the 3 little kids. He mowed our lawn for us while the mower was in the shop, and we like them a lot. I wrap up the plate, all in plastic wrap, then it's wrapped up in tissue with a ribbon. But, neighbors were out last night, so when I got home today expected to go deliver them. Plate was left sitting on the dining room table.Walk in the door, putting down the packages, greeted by happy pup. Hear DH upstairs napping (read this "breathing loudly" as he doesn't snore). Quick trip to powder room. Come back out, go for cold drink, then as I head to the stairs by foyer I realizze that lying on the floor is, ta dah - the plate - with shredded plastic wrap leavings, some pieces of pottery - broken off the plate. Not a crumb in sight. Just some torn up tissue paper. So, Puckster got to go sit in the corner for 15 minutes - after slinking over in the bad dog crawl to see what he'd done, then of course offering the belly up surrender. I guess a dog that just ate 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies doesn't need dinner. Fortunately it was milk chocolate, which isn't sooo bad for dogs.
Ah, well. For the coup de grace - I head upstairs, DH looks at me - no longer sleeping, and says "I saw it, but wanted to leave it so that you could see what your son had done" A nice touch.
We're still not sure where he had the whole feast - as there are crumbs on the table, and none left on the floor. At least he didn't seem to eat any of the broken plate - just a chip from the edge and little bits.
I think I'll go stitch!
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