Sunday, November 20, 2011

Saved by the dog

Our caregiver arrived yesterday morning, set her bags inside the front door, and proceeded to greet us, which included pats and love for Oscar. He was very interested in one of her bags, but then was distracted by something else and left the bags alone.

A little while later, I saw Oscar trotting towards me with a slice of wheat bread in his mouth. Eeek. Behind him on the floor near one of Elizabeth's bags was an open plastic bag with another slice of bread still in it.

I took the slice of bread from him, apologized to Elizabeth about Oscar purloining her lunch makings, and was about to throw the bread away when Elizabeth suggested putting it out for the birds. I went out the back door, started breaking up the bread to toss in the garden, when I saw...


Elizabeth looked at the remaining slice. Also moldy. "I just bought this bread!" She then called her home and told her daughter, "Find something else to eat for lunch today."

That's our good boy.

OK, so it's not exactly a "rescuing Timmy from the well" story.


  1. Sometimes that happens so quickly to bread. Our chickens get the old bread if it's not too yucky.
    Good dog!

  2. He's looking modest yet pleased with himself. What a gorgeous dog he is. Have a good week!

  3. I can't stop laughing. Your words and photos are a fabulous combination. Thank you for the laugh.


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