Mulli of the MidWest

Ashamed of myself.

On Friday I spent the whole day lusting after Pie. Oh, the smell of two cherry pies, and coffee cakes to beat, wafting from the kitchen was driving me into a frothing frenzy. Yet I continually found myself stuck behind of all things: a "baby" gate. I never slept. To make matters worse, the basement was filled with Mallard Patrol food for Middle Lad's Boy Scout camping weekend. On several occasions I managed to accompany Mom down to the basement and make my way to the Mallard Food, only to have Mom's sonar Mom ears detect the faint crinkling of plastic bag as I attempted to delve into the plunder.

I tried everything to make the gate open. Two separate times Mom miraculously discovered a "Mulligan" inside the kitchen. Once, I had my lips only millimeters from the crust of a cherry pie. Apparently, if a dog bangs against the baby gate enough times, the latch will sometimes release of it's own accord. I have taken immediate note of this.

By late afternoon my eyes were bloodshot with fatigue and hunger, yet my resolve continued.

Just as I made my discovery that if a dog bangs against the gate enough times, the latch will release on it's own, the Cherry Pies walked out of the kitchen! Yes! The pies and the coffee cakes and the Mallard Food all walked out of the kitchen and the basement and were loaded into the van, off to become carnival donations, and Boy Scout food, never to be seen again!

Soon the house was empty, of people, and pies. Mom was off with Oldest Lad to buy a Component. Yes. A Component. They went to Eddie Bauer and Oldest Lad convinced Mom to purchase for him two Components of the "365 Weather System." Hmm. Thank Dog my fur is all season and good day and night because to me, these special "Components" looked like a Green Spring Jacket and a Fleece insert. Mom received a "Component" as a gift for Christmas, and here I just thought how nice it was that she had a mahogany colored rain jacket for dog walking. How was I to know she really would be walking me in a mahogany Component?

When Mom returned with Oldest Lad, she had some Used Goldfish. Used Goldfish. Dad had Wee Lass Coverage for the evening and Wee Lass had Goldfish (thank Dog for Pepperidge Farm) for a snack. Mom felt like Wee Lass' sticky fingers had delved into the Rubbermaid throw and go container enough that she did not wish to "save" the remaining Goldfish.

Mom threw all the Goldfish out into the yard for me to snack upon. Greedily I munched upon these Pepperidge Farm fish of the deep ocean realms.

Then I came inside, and in my sheer exhaustion, licked Mom profusely, and laid upon her lap and feel asleep. What about holding a grudge? A few measly Goldfish and all is forgiven after the wafting of cinnamon coffee cake and cherry pie for an entire day? What kind of dog am I to so readily forgive Mom? At least Pennie is able to hold a grudge and remain angry for several days, even a week or two.

I am ashamed of myself to be bought so easily. It must have been the haze of exhaustion.