Does this look like the face of a …
…bread thief?
Yesterday morning, I heard Jack yelp Oh, no
in the tones reserved for minor domestic tragedies. The two pound loaf he had taken from the bread machine ten minutes earlier was no longer on the counter. It had vanished without leaving a crumb. Later, when presented with his breakfast, Dudley showed no interest in it.
We have lived with counter surfing dogs for many years, and usually put stuff on the refridgerator or in the microwave to avoid problems. Jack was still half asleep and didn’t think about doing so. Dudley is not as bad as the Dobes were, but I guess fresh hot bread is just too hard to resist.