Wow, it's been almost three months since I've put up anything new. No wonder all of my old journals skip about every 2 -6 months. Well, I am human. Really nothing too interesting has happened, we're just chugging along in our routine. However, with today, came a story that I just loved too much to not share.
Jake and I got home from work at the same time, though I had left early as my allergies are finally acting up and I felt like a train wreck. Anyway, on the way home Jake asked if hamburgers sounded good for lunch. I said yes, so he stopped by the store and grabbed a few things while on his way home. So we get in the door, put down our things and just begin to get settled when Jake brings up the fact that "I swear I bought a loaf of bread when I went to Harvey's the other day."
"You did, you set it on the counter." I replied. I truly only remembered this because I thought it odd that he had set it on the counter, instead of on top of the microwave, where we keep our bread.
However, we quickly realized it wasn't in either spot. A search ensued. Every possible cabinet was checked, the fridge, the freezer, the top of the fridge, I even went to the lengths of checking the oven. My reasoning being that if a loaf of bread could grow legs, surely it could hide in the oven.....maybe?
We gave up our search and Jake went into the computer room before getting into the shower, but he came back out of the room with a treasure! Sure enough, there was a torn open bag of bread that was already missing at least 3/4 of the load. He handed it to me, as I am the one who seems to discipline our hairy child (dog) the most. I was very calm though, it was too cute to yell at the dog who instantly sank to the ground, belly as low as it could, the second the bag touched Mommy's hands. (He knows what's coming, or so he thinks he does). So I ask the typical question, "What is this?" and hold the bag out to the low-lying dog. Bryce proceeded to sulkily turn away from me in a complete 180-turn and lay down, as if to ignore me. We couldn't hold back the snickers as I could easily imagine him putting his "hands" over his ears and pulling the "La-la-la, I can't hear you" trick.
Again I asked, "Bryce, I know you can hear me, what is this?" The criminal slowly turns back around to face me, sitting up with puppy-dog eyes. Too bad for him, I am not a sucker for this maneuver. I figured I'd turn up the heat a little, pulled out a piece of bread and asked "Do you want some?" His cute little ears came up, the tail wagged slightly and he sniffed it. "I dare you to take a bite," I coaxed. Bryce seemed to catch on as a little light bulb went off in his head, saying 'It's a trick, don't do it!' Thankfully, for him, he listened to that voice. Instead he got sentenced to the backyard for a "time-out", though it was needed for Mommy to breathe too. His time-out area seems so much nicer than mine ever did growing up.
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