There I was in the midst of, ‘everything.’ Running around and about, I was busy cleaning up, sorting mail, and emptying trash when I saw them. Crumbles of hard caramel-colored pieces sprinkled here and there. They were left in a trail thoughout the house much like “Hansel and Gretel” would do in their fairy tale.
Nubby golden nuggets shaken like salt and pepper led me down the hall through my bedroom to the point of origin. The door was wide open to my walk in closet. Sitting on the floor where I had left it the night before was the small tote bag that I had carried on the plane. Peeking through the zippered opening to see, was only a warm fuzzy blanket. The rest was a mystery to me.
So, I shut the door to go about my day. I did not have time to play. Still, everywhere I went were reminders of the evidence. Wherever I walked, wherever I stepped, nubby brown nuggets stuck to the bottom of my feet. Then, up from the stairs bounded my favorite fluffy fur ball, jumping into my lap with greetings of love. It was my “Doodle” dog. Ha! I had my answer now. Surely, he was the one. I needed to find out what he had done….
Like a white creme puff, I carried him to my closet where I opened my tote to get to the bottom. Slowly, I unraveled the warm fuzzy blanket. Shaking it out, more crumbles fell out. All of a sudden a crackling sound could be heard. Clear cellophane paper appeared!
Sitting on the beige carpet, I looked to my left where Doodles sat upright together with two white legs and black paws, in front. Like a small child, he knew he’d been caught. He knew he’d been found out. Beneath his dark eyes and under his black nose, the evidence was clear. Looking closer now, I could see. It was there, underneath his chin. Chocolate that he had tried to lick off, but couldn’t quite reach.
In my closet, in my tote, Doodles had sniffed it out. He dug through the blanket to ‘carefully’ scratch open the cellophane, paw by paw. The clear was not slit down the middle nor shredded to bits. No, he was smarter than that. He lifted a piece of my favorite sponge candy out of the fancy wrapped bag, one piece at a time. Like you or I would do. It was obvious he didn’t, ‘wolf it down.’ No, he finished the first before returning for the second. Perhaps he was saving a bite for me?
You may wonder why I’m writing this, but I have a lesson here. This is not the first time….. I should have learned by now from this “Doodle Bandit” of mine. My dog is addicted to chocolate. I’ve called the vet who has told me that some dogs are allergic to chocolate. They may get sick or even worse. Not Doodles. He simply steals and devours it with glee.
Long ago I came home when he was just a pup to find an up-opened box of Godiva chocolates sitting oddly on the floor. I took the lid off. A few were missing. Others were pinched. Yes, pinched by a small white paw. The box was perfect. No papers out of place, no chocolate to be found anywhere.
Crazy I know, but isn’t that what a cat burglar would do?