When you were a kid did you spend hours hunting through the house looking for hidden Christmas presents? I did. I got quite good at finding them, too. Then the stepmonster got smart and started locking them up. Bah Humbug.
This morning Devoted Spouse and I were getting ready to go out to breakfast so House Cleaner Extraordinaire could have free reign in the clutter places we call home. DS remarked to me as I was entering the bedroom that trusty canine companion had gotten under the bed (where the Christmas presents are hidden, shhhh don’t tell Devoted Spouse his are there, too!) and he had found her chewing on a plastic bag. I quickly went over to the gift stash and sure enough, she had her fangs on one of her bags – I quickly grabbed it and put it in the closet, first showing Devoted Spouse the nice rubber bone that was still in the bag.
Later in the day I heard the unmistakable squeak of a doggie furry toy…but Rocky Racoon went to heaven a few weeks ago, and Crusader Rabbit had also gone on to his higher power, and the new replacement fuzzy rabbit was upstairs under the bed awaiting Christmas.
I was wrong. Little miss smart-pup had taken the new fuzzy rabbit out of the plastic bag and hidden it and left me the rubber bone. We couldn’t believe how sneaky she was about it. What was I to do? I let her have Crusader Rabbit II and we had a good laugh. Of course, that’s the last time I hide a dog toy under the bed! Now if I catch Devoted Spouse crawling under the bed, I may not be as generous!