A Pleasant Morning and then Crime Struck…

I was a bit fearful when Monday rolled around and John went back to work after his vacation. I figured Alice would be a banshee without her beloved Daddy around full time. How happily surprised was I when she slipped right back into our former routine? Pregnancy mush brain must have hit me strongly that morning because I stupidly forgot certain aspects of our “former routine”. My defenses were slow as was my reaction time.

On the surface all seemed fine. Alice and Puggie played in the living room while I went through the house doing my usual stuff. Now that I think about it, I should have known they were up to something. The furtive glances in my direction; the hushed whispers; the camouflage. A heist was obviously going to go down.

As I put away holiday decorations and cleaned, Alice and her partner in crime, Puggie pilfered a bag of sweet potato chips from the kitchen. A long period of silence and deeply contented pug snorting forewarned me of potential disaster in the living room. All my senses were now sharp and alert; however, by the time I got there, all that was left were some miniscule crumbs and an empty chip bag. Puggie, with absolutely no remorse, blew her diet big time that morning. She was sent into solitary (her pen) with no breakfast and two bowls of water to counteract her increased sodium intake.

Don’t feel too badly for her. When I went to the basement to fold laundry, Alice sprung her associate from the “big house”. They remained on the lam until naptime.