Sunday, September 26, 2010
Hello everyone! Just thought I would share a little story with you. Last week, I bought a bag of Payday candy bars. I put the whole bag in my pretty purple candy dish on my coffee table. The first couple of nights, I would enjoy just one after my dinner. By Thursday, I noticed the amount in my dish was significantly smaller. I had only eaten three. By Friday, I was down to four candy bars. Mystified, I asked myself if it was possible I ate more and just couldn't remember? But I assure you, I am not suffering from dementia or anything. I also had the thought that my stepson may have stopped by in the afternoon and helped himself. I'm sure he would have let me know if he had. I didn't eat any more after Thursday. Well, Saturday rolls around and I went downstairs to do some laundry and upon my return up stairs, my beautiful Doberman was no where in sight. Also, in clear view on my living room floor was a moist crumpled pay day candy bar! He ran and hid when he heard me come back up. I couldn't believe it! My dog who never counter surfs or gets into the garbage was sneaking candy bars (wrappers and all) when I wasn't around. The funny thing is, he must have only ate 1-3 a day. Nothing was out of place to be able to tell. I assure you, there was no sign of wrappers anywhere in my house. What a smart, sneaky boy!
Posted by Historical Writer/Editor at 6:46 PM