He comes from a long line of German Shorthairs, but when it comes to things of a culinary persuasion, he’s a Cajun.
I caught him. Again.
Stealing. Trying to break and enter.
Trying to break and enter into my ONLY precious box of Community Tea. That my friend, Connie, arranges with her friend, Raymond, to bring in from Louisiana. I would have been down for the count until their next scheduled shipment of contraband. (Why don’t they sell that here in Midland, Texas?)
I heard him. Zanna, perched atop the brown comforter, went all alert.
Then, I heard another noise. Like a box. Cellophane. Snap, crackle, pop.
Zanna went more alert, and poised her body for instant takeoff.
I decided to beat her to it.
I rounded the corner, and voila.
Zack had taken the brand new box of Community Tea bags, off the wayyyy back of the kitchen counter, still wrapped in cellophane, and was trying to break and enter.
That, my fellow dog lovers and/or readers, would have been a holy mess.