After a long day at work yesterday this is the disaster scene that l saw when I came into the house. The NewfandHound crew performed their own Five-Dark-Thirty Mission on a friend's Christmas present that she had forgotten to take with her over the holidays.
You know that feeling you get when you walk up to your house and you do not hear a peep out of your dogs? It makes the hair on my neck stand up and my mind races wondering if someone has broken into our house or poisoned the dogs....or...or... you know that feeling. Well, I got out of the car and it was eerily silent. I opened the door and quickly looked around expecting to see someone ransacking or house but instead I saw nothing. Kitchen? Nothing. Bedroom? Nothing. Then I noticed that all the dachshunds were in the back room being awfully quiet, which again is very unusual. Foyle kept pacing from the front room to the back room glancing at me as if to say "I didn't do it! I didn't do it!".
"What is that white stuff all over your face?" I was thinking as I looked at him. So I finally made my way to the back to find that they had pulled a gift bag from Christmas off of the table and managed to rip it apart, including the biscuit mix, and scattered it all across the room! Seriously? Really? How do I explain this to my friend that her present now contains one less item? There was some definite growling last night, but mostly on my part as I was cleaning up the mess, and thanks to drool mixing in with the flour it's stuck in the rug until we can scrub it out and wash it this weekend.
In disaster situations like this we pretend that there was a mastermind behind it (that would be Ernie) and that he schemes for days until the perfect moment arises and then his mission begins. In this case he was waiting until the bag was unattended and not locked up in the kitchen as usual. Then it went down something like this:
Ernie: "Hey Foyle, remember those biscuits we had over Christmas?"
Foyle: "Yes, those were amazing but I only got one bite."
Ernie: "Right, Well, if you pull that bag off of the table I'll mix up some biscuits just for us to eat. No one will know it was you, they'll think it was Hazel."
Foyle: "Really? You can do that? I won't get in trouble? Well, ok. But I want two biscuits this time."
Hazel to Nooner: "Ha. He falls for this every time. You know he'll get in trouble first because of the look on his face will give it all away. Get ready, when I rip open the bag kick up some mix in his face and his leg so they will think it was him."
Ernie: "Are we set? Ok, send the big dog in first."
Mission accomplished. I would laugh if I wasn't crying.