Since I am not the greatest cook, baking included, once the cookies were baked, I had to pick and choose the best, most edible ones. I decorated and frosted them all nice and pretty, and then put them into little baggies with ribbon. My ultimate plan was to pack them into the reindeer basket I had bought and give it to my boss. They looked so good, I knew it didn't even matter that they only tasted okay.
Pleased with the result, I brought the basket upstairs to put with my things so I would not forget them in the morning. I am always sure to close my door, but last night, I made sure it was extra tight because I knew my little buddy, Shea, had his nose after those cookies.
In the morning, we went through our normal routine. After our run, however, we usually go right upstairs and Shea lays by the bathroom while I shower. Today is garbage day, so before I headed upstairs I had to get the garbage out to the curb. Before we left for our morning run, I hung my sweatshirt up on the doorknob to the cookie-storing room. Something I never do. Something that prevented the door from latching when I shut it.
When I got up the stairs, I noticed the door to the cookie room was nosed open. I immediately knew why. I screamed for him to stop and that prompted Jeff out of bed. Shea's reaction was simply, "grrrrrrrrr." In translation, "these are my cookies." All that was left in his destruction was a few crumbs and scraps of bags.
I explained the entire happening to my boss, and apologized for giving her the cookies that I originally deemed not good enough. When returning home in the afternoon, Shea-man was off the wall out of control. Some may attribute it to the dozen-plus cookies he ate.
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