Posted by Dina@RosKoValley on 10/14/2009, 3:28 pm
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We were ROBBED! Last night was our second-Tuesday-of-the-month dog club meeting and my sister was nice enough to drive down and pick me up for the hour long drive to the meeting place. When she arrived the pack was there to greet her in the driveway returning quickly to the door to escort me down to her Suburban. I climbed aboard laughing as Rock-Cee bounced up and down and only her head could be seen over the hood of the truck. “I told you she’s not right”, I said to my sister as she backed out and we began to move down the driveway leaving the pack behind.
The meeting was fun as usual and we returned in the rain several hours later. As I made my way up the steps in the rain, I noticed that several of the dogs did not come out to greet me when I got out of the truck. “How odd” I thought to myself, as rain typically does not keep them from their rounds. I open the back door to be greeted by happy, DRY puppies and assumed all was well with the world. Chores were next on the list so the dog bucket was filled with kibble and I was back out in the rain moving toward the kennel. This time the pack was happy to follow. We made our way from kennel to kennel petting dogs and giving kisses while checking water and giving food. Then it was off to the barn to feed the horse. She was not happy to have to come outside to eat but hunger got the best of her and she was quietly crunching away as we made our way back to the house.
It had been a long night and the pack and I made our way to the bedroom and settled in for the night. All was good with the world- or so I thought.
The next morning a hot cup of tea brings a few hours on the laptop before my stomach starts to rumble. “Hmm, it’s too late for lunch but too early for dinner so how about a snack? Oh I know, there is that Mega bag of M&M’s that my husband bought on the counter in the kitchen. Perfect!” A big handful will hold me over till dinner. Now I should tell you that M&M’s are like gold in our house. We don’t often buy them and when we do they HAVE to be peanut and the bag HAS to be HUGE. RosKo is addicted to peanut M&M’s so he always gets a few from every handful. They have to given with strict instructions to “chew” or he just swallows them whole. When he does chew them his expression makes you want to feed him the entire bag. “Mmm-num-num-mm-num-mm-yum” is the only way to describe is expression as he tilts his head to the side, eyes slightly closed, to enjoy the full effect of the chocolate and peanut combination. “Yes! That’s what I want!” I think as I walk toward the kitchen. I’ve already begun to salivate in anticipation when I turn the corner and realize, WE’VE BEEN ROBBED! How did I miss it last night? It was SO obvious! The huge gap on the kitchen counter!! How could anyone have taken something that big without me noticing it was gone? Should I check the jewelry box, the CD collection, the TV? Nope they are all there!! It’s only that! Who would steal it? Who could be so desperate? My mind begins to form the picture of dirty, drugged out teenagers walking through my kitchen. Maybe some old homeless person that needed money? I feel so violated! How could this happen to me? What I have I done to deserve this? Frantically, I began to go through the house. Maybe I moved it and forgot? Nope, it’s no where. I check the kitchen again in case it might have reappeared in my absence. The pack is crazy now. They don’t understand why I am so upset. They circle my feet as I feel my legs weaken and I’m sure I’m going to break down at any second. Who do I call? The police? The FBI? Who?
I have to sit down to calm myself. Dozens of eyes are upon me when the question finally rises to my lips. . . “Which one of you stole my bag of M&M’s?” Suddenly all eyes go to the floor and heads turn to study invisible spots across the room. RosKo looks at Maggie, Maggie at Todd, Todd at Junior, Junior at Venus, Venus at Zak, and then everyone at Rock-Cee. She looks around with pure innocence pouring from her face. Why is it they always blame her for everything? Could it be because she is completely clueless about EVERYTHING? I still swear she is blonde under all that ticking.
What to do now? Take paw prints? Mug shots? I can see the news at five now “M&M’s thieves were taken into custody in Bulls Gap today . . .” while in the background the picture shows dogs being led out in handcuffs with jackets over their heads so they can't be recognized while they are doing the perp walk into the station. What will the neighbors think? Where have I gone wrong? All I can do is hang my head. Slowly the dogs slink away until all that’s left is Rock-Cee. I look down at her, her tail is wagging, she’s doing that bear thing she does with her paws up around her face. I shake my head again and smile. Yes, now I understand why they blame you for everything, who can stay mad at that face?