Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on my bed with the computer checking email, reading blogs, and enjoying a few minutes of quiet in my very-full day. I saw Jack, our beagle, wander into Will's room across the hall, and a few seconds later, I overheard this one-sided conversation.
Will: Hey buddy, whatcha got there?
Jack: (tail-wagging silence)
Will: JACK, that's not cool, buddy.
Jack: (more tail-wagging silence)
Will: Uh, mom...can you come see this...
I got up (I may or may not have huffed a little) and Will met me in my room holding about 1/4 a loaf of zucchini bread. Evidently, one of the kids left the pantry door open, and Jack-the-beagle helped himself to a sweet little afternoon snack, plastic wrap and all.
I worried about him for about 5 seconds before I realized that the dog has an iron stomach. Jack eats grass, Barbie feet, flies, and all manner of things, so I wasn't too worried about him eating the zucchini bread.
I wasn't surprised to find him like this later. This would be Jack in a SUGAR COMA....
He didn't even move when I tried to take his picture, or after the flash went off.
If you're worried about him, he's fine. Still waggin' that tail and lickin' our faces, and lovin' all over us every minute of the day. And despite yesterday's incident, I still love him too, though it would have been nice to have had another slice of zucchini bread for breakfast. *sigh*