I'll nibble my kibble but my thoughts will be elsewhere

So. This is my dog.

You know: Javier, Columbia's Finest Chihuahua.

Except for what he did yesterday.

As is my daily matutinal habit I got up, whisked Javier outside to check his messages, and set about preparing my breakfast.

This is my routine.

First, put on the water to boil for fresh, strong, hot coffee made in the Barenthal (or Bodum, depending on my mood) French press.

While the water is boiling I eat an orange. I do not sit down for this.

After I've poured the water over the grounds, I drop two slices of oatmeal (or cinnamon raisin, depending on my mood) bread into the toaster.

While I'm waiting for the coffee grounds to soak up the water and for the bread to become toast, I let Javier back inside.

He much prefers inside to outside. Much. Remember that.

Next I pour a generous amount of real half-and-half into my coffee mug and heat it in the microwave for one minute.

Usually by the time that's done, the toast has popped up.

I unite my strong, hot, fresh coffee with my warm half-and-half in my favorite mug and stir with a long, skinny, red silicone spatula. Never a spoon.

Then I place my toast on my favorite plate and butter it lightly. The toast; not the plate.

At this point I go downstairs to the family room (or upstairs to the guest bedroom, depending on my mood) where I will situate myself comfortably either in my favorite chair or on the bed.

Yesterday I went upstairs. As usual, smelling toast, Javier followed me.

Since the bed on which I planned to sit is too high for him to jump onto, I helped him up.

But first, naturally, I placed my toast and coffee on a table beside the bed.

Then I forgot I'd left my phone downstairs in the kitchen.

So I went to get it. I was gone twenty seconds. If that.

WHEN I RETURNED guess who was at the edge of the bed, straining as hard as he could toward my plate, LICKING MY TOAST?

You got it right the first time.

Javier.

A/K/A

I barked his name. He jumped back. I glared. He cowered.

"It must be true what they say, that you are what you eat, because buddy, you are officially toast," I said.

"Well, officially I'm only butter," he thought. I KNOW he thought it.

"Either way that was a crummy thing to have done," I said, not willing to let a dog have the last word.

Then, not wishing to discuss it any further I picked his carcass up and carried it downstairs and deposited it outside where he remained until we left for prayer meeting, at which point he was allowed to be in the sunroom.

However.

Unfortunately, recidivism is pronounced in Chihuahuas.

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Happy Thursday! Keep a weather eye on your toast!

Comments

[glenda]

Bless his little pea-pickin' heart...He just wanted you to share Mom. I learned a long time ago never, and I mean never leave my vituals unattended around a dog. Learned the hard way. My chicken dinner disappeared while I was answering the door. Jim was in the hospital and neighbors were wanting to know how things were going. I was eagerly anticipating the wonderful KFC dinner I was about to consume. Too Late.... Gone With The Wind..or Dog, as it was. So dear one I'm Peepin' back atcha. If you're reading this it did, but you would be reading it even if I had to word-verify, nothin' would keep me from getting through to you!!!.........G.

[Donna M.]

hahaha, I wonder how long he has been licking your toast without you know about it!

[Mari]

Well, I found you! I don't know why you weren't showing up in my reader and I hope it's fixed!
Anyway - I loved reading about Javier's misbehavior. Sorry, but I even laughed out loud!

[Debbie]

Poor puppy. He knew better, but it was just a momentary lapse. Penny sympathizes!

(Note: I use Google Reader to follow blogs/websites, and there have been no new posts listed by you since you changed your theme, so I'm not sure if it is a Google thing or what. I won't depend on it for your updates any more. I did get a "blog not found" message when I tried to visit directly, but that seems to be gone now)

[irene]

Never leave your toast unattended. My cat will get into my tea if I'm not watchful.

[Sue the Hobbit]

I need one of those little chuckling icons. Could you arrange that, please?

[Donna (Texas)]

OK!! Finally arrived! I Finally found your corrected page, erased your old link on my blogroll, copied and pasted your new link in my blogroll and it now carries me directly to you!
ok...Guess I'd better read the post now....Hahahahahaaa....geeeeezzz.....
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[Donna (Texas)]

And I thought it would be easy to get Back to comments...sigh...nope...Oh well, as I was staring at a blank page with nothing but your photo on it, it suddenly popped up...
I say make Javier his own buttered toast this weekend!!Hahaaaa
Have a good one
girlchild!
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