A New Home For My Cookies
For some reason mom decided that my cookies needed a new home. I don't understand her sometimes. The had a perfectly good home waiting for them, my belly.
I bet they're really lonely in there. I wish I could visit them.
posted by Daisy the Boston Terrier @ 9:56 AM
4 Comments:
At 10:16 AM,
AP said…
If you hit the button on the dishwasher, I bet you could vibrate them off into their rightful home.
At 5:58 PM,
Joe Stains said…
that is very mean of your mom. your poor cookies and your poor belly!
At 12:10 AM,
Ayatollah Mugsy said…
In my experience, if you stare at them long enough, the humans will give you at least one. Although sometimes it takes hours of staring.
At 1:33 PM,
Brody the Bulldog said…
Ah, lookie-here, a cookie vault - Class "C" in appearance... fairly large capacity... apparently no locking mechanism... hmmm.
It does look fairly close to the edge... but still, access is the key. I think Ayatollah is right - start with surveillance. Be patient.
Trust me, it is only a matter of time before this vault gets cracked. In fact, a shattered cookie vault often serves as its own distraction. Just be sure not to loot any un-edible debris!
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