We just watched Bailey snatch a bag of chips from midair (they were falling from the top of the refrigerator), spin around and hit the floor running for the dog door.
Steve was sitting on the couch grooming Sachi as she flew past. It took him a second to process and then react. A startled Sachi was set aside, protesting as Steve yelled, "Get back here!" (Yeah, right was Bella's comment). He dashed out through the kitchen door.
The White Dog Army streamed out from the dog door; I am not sure whether they sought to watch, assist, impede, or capture a share of the booty. WD and I heard Steve in Doppler as he chased our Blue-Eyed Bandit around the yard. She thought it was a great game.
After a few minutes, Steve came in and handed me about 3" of bag. "That is all that is left. She had her face buried but bolted when I got close. Chips AND bag...gone! Everybody else is out there eating crumbs from the dirt and telling her how awesome she is."
He shook his head. White Dog went over to console him. "You did your best dad, but opportunity knocked for Bailey. She was just doing what any of us would do...well except me. Don't be mad."
Steve looked at her. "Don't tell Bailey, but I am not mad. I think it is kind of funny. But if she gets a tummy ache from this gluttony, I won't be laughing."
2 comments:
Hooray for Bailey, I think I'd tell her she is amazing too!
Cheers and hugs,
Jo
Wow, that's super impressive. We bet those chips were tasty, but we hope Bailey does not get a tummy ache after eating the whole bag!
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