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| I had six beautiful cupcakes just like this. |
I had a wonderful six-pack of yellow cupcakes with butter cream frosting starting on Saturday night. By Sunday afternoon, I had three left. And by Sunday night, I had NONE. ZERO. They were gone. I miss my cupcakes. I'd like to say I am ashamed to have eaten six cupcakes in 24 hours. It's happened. I am a little ashamed to say I ate three cupcakes in 12 hours, and I am sad to say I didn't get the other three...
I've been such a proud puppy mommy for the last week, and then last night - The Cupcake Debacle. Stryker has been so well-behaved that we've given him some privileges over the last week. The first few days, he had the basement to himself. Then, we started leaving him to wander in the house with the doors closed to rooms we didn't want him in. Last night we let Stryker have the run of the house while we went to a concert. He had eaten his dinner, and he had been walked and let out, so we felt safe. I inadvertently left our bedroom door open...that was MY mistake. I own that.
When we finally arrived home from the concert sometime around midnight, all seemed well. Stryker was a little sleepy, but he still met us at the door. I let him out, and we played with him for a bit. I looked around, and everything seemed to be in place. When I went upstairs to the bedroom to change into jammies I turned on the light, pulled out my clothes, spun around to turn on the television, and shrieked, "Ahhhhh! Stryker!" My husband immediately yelled, "What did he do!?!?!?" My response:
"HE. ATE. MY. CUPCAKES.
ALL. OF. THEM."
On top of completely obliterating my hair pick (luckily, I had two), he had taken the plastic container of my treasured snacks and destroyed it. He ate all the remaining cupcakes, all six wrappers, licked up all traces of butter cream frosting and sprinkles, and shredded the plastic container.
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| I wish this was what was left of my cupcakes... |
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| The packaging he ate through. |
So today Stryker will be in the basement, having lost his house-roaming privileges...I will have to be more careful about where I store my precious cupcakes going forward...perhaps I will keep them in the guest room (the door is always closed to that room) so that I can enjoy the cupcakes without worry.
He may feel like he has too much space. While he is still adjusting, he may prefer a smaller area to call his little snactuary. My 9 year old dog still goes into his crate when he feels scared (thunderstorms, someone raising their voice, etc.). I bet a crate will do the trick. When you are more at ease with letting roam, leave the crate door open so he can go in it when he wants to. Just some thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you would like me to put you in touch with a dog trainer/behaviorist. I know a few.
i shed a tear for you and your loss. i understand that stryker is a puppy(with a cute puppy face), but for his health and his future--- he must understand the value of buttercream --- just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteno one comes between a girl and her cupcakes. even my babies know this!!
Tracey - I can't stay mad at him because he is so adorable, but I think he may have an inkling that the cupcakes were MINE.
ReplyDeleteJR even said to him, "Stryker, even I don't get mommy's cupcakes!"
What I am enjoying are the random tidbit such as - You had the cuppy cakes in your bedroom. Now mind you I am not judging I have spent some time in my room with a cheeseball.
ReplyDeleteI just don't know any other room in the house in which I could enjoy cupcakes more than in my bedroom! ;-)
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