warm and cinnamony, and ...

Mom made dessert tonight. It was an easy recipe from a Church cookbook her sister-in-law gave her. Crescent rolls, cream cheese, sugar, vanilla, butter, and cinnamon all layered together. It was well received by Dad and the Middle Lad, and Mom liked it too.

After dinner Mom put the still-warm dessert on the back of the stove and put several large objects in front of it as a barricade. Dad went upstairs to monitor bedtime for Youngest Brother. Mom went downstairs to work on some paperwork.

There Mulligan and I sat. Well, at least Mulligan sat. I jumped up on the kitchen counter, moved a few objects and proceeded to enjoy myself. That's where Dad caught me. With my snout buried in warm cinnamon-sugar goodness I was suddenly startled by a loud: "Boo!"

I scrambled but Dad caught my hind end just as I was sailing off the counter. He put me in the "slammer" where I was instructed to contemplate my sins.

Addendum: Not Fair! Mom and Dad let Mulligan finish off the little that I hadn't managed to scarf down! They said he deserved it because he was the "good dog" who didn't get on top of the counter!

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