A very old stray {The Old Fella Story}
Went camping this weekend at a campground on the lake, had not been there for a few years. Once there I began to walk around looking at the different sites when I noticed a very old dog. He just lay t...
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LOL! I am laughing WITH you I swear!
I am reminded of the time my grandmother was asked to bake some cupcakes for my elementary school bake sale. Being the avid baker that she was, and quite the fan of my fantastic little school, she spent an entire day, mixing, and baking 4 dozen cupcakes, then making vats of home made butter cream frosting, frosting each cupcake and adding some rainbow sprinkles for added happiness. When they were all complete, we arranged them on cooling racks on the dining room table so they could cool completely and the frosting could harden a little, allowing for some plastic wrap for the trip to the school the next morning. It was the only flat surface that could hold that many cupcakes! Our dogs were not allowed in the dining room and for the most part, did not enter the room, ever, but for added measure, we left a chair blocking the doorway. The dogs would never touch the cupcakes if a chair was in the way! The next morning I got up, got dressed and raced down to breakfast, eager to get to the school fair with my bounty of baked goodness. I went to the dining room to gather up the cupcakes but the table was bare. I looked around for plate or plastic wrap or a box or bag or something that would suggest that Nana had already wrapped the cupcakes to go but found nothing. Maybe they were already in the car? There was no mess, no half eaten cupcakes or trail of crumbs to suggest the dog ate them. Plus, what dog would eat 48 cupcakes? I looked over the table at Vicky, my sister's mastiff. She lowered her head to the ground. "MOM! NANA! Where are the cupcakes?" "On the dining room table!" I looked at Vicky again, she was walking away! I followed her and inspected her muzzle, and there, tucked into a jowly fold was *one* single pink sprinkle! Not nly had she eaten 48 cupcakes, she ate all the paper, all the crumbs and all but one solitary pink sprinkle!
I had to go to the school fair not only empty handed, but had to face the bake sale lady with the excuse "The dog ate my 4 dozen cupcakes!!" I'm still not sure she believed me!
I am reminded of the time my grandmother was asked to bake some cupcakes for my elementary school bake sale. Being the avid baker that she was, and quite the fan of my fantastic little school, she spent an entire day, mixing, and baking 4 dozen cupcakes, then making vats of home made butter cream frosting, frosting each cupcake and adding some rainbow sprinkles for added happiness. When they were all complete, we arranged them on cooling racks on the dining room table so they could cool completely and the frosting could harden a little, allowing for some plastic wrap for the trip to the school the next morning. It was the only flat surface that could hold that many cupcakes! Our dogs were not allowed in the dining room and for the most part, did not enter the room, ever, but for added measure, we left a chair blocking the doorway. The dogs would never touch the cupcakes if a chair was in the way! The next morning I got up, got dressed and raced down to breakfast, eager to get to the school fair with my bounty of baked goodness. I went to the dining room to gather up the cupcakes but the table was bare. I looked around for plate or plastic wrap or a box or bag or something that would suggest that Nana had already wrapped the cupcakes to go but found nothing. Maybe they were already in the car? There was no mess, no half eaten cupcakes or trail of crumbs to suggest the dog ate them. Plus, what dog would eat 48 cupcakes? I looked over the table at Vicky, my sister's mastiff. She lowered her head to the ground. "MOM! NANA! Where are the cupcakes?" "On the dining room table!" I looked at Vicky again, she was walking away! I followed her and inspected her muzzle, and there, tucked into a jowly fold was *one* single pink sprinkle! Not nly had she eaten 48 cupcakes, she ate all the paper, all the crumbs and all but one solitary pink sprinkle!
I had to go to the school fair not only empty handed, but had to face the bake sale lady with the excuse "The dog ate my 4 dozen cupcakes!!" I'm still not sure she believed me!
