My Baked Bread Met My Dogs

Yep, I have a gnawed on lump of hardened bread, thanks to my mini-doxies.

Last night, after I finished up yet another slice of my good bread, I wrapped it up in foil (didn't have anything else at hand) and unthinkingly, set it on the table. Then I went to bed sometime after that.

This morning I arose, just hankering for a slice of my bread with some real butter. I walked out into the living room, which was still dark. Turned the TV on and booted up the 'puter....

Then, I saw them...little tiny flakes of foil, all mooshed up. What could THAT be from, think I?? Then it hit me, that for-certain feeling, that my bread was somewhere close and probably on the floor. I looked around and sure enough, there was my precious lump of gnawed on goodness...that was hard as a rock. Dried out, it was.

Noticeably gone were my doggies, who are usually right under my feet. I could see them in the bedroom, looking out from beneath the comforter. Two sets of shiny eyes staring back at me. Oh, yeah, they KNEW they had done bad!!

Lovingly, I picked up the brick of bread, yep, it was that hard, and put it on the counter. At least I got a picture of it before it was destroyed. I was so proud of myself yesterday and still feel proud now but a little bitty dagger is in my heart.

Oh well...that recipe was way too hard for me and I found an easier one for newbies. It's an Amish one and I'll try it the next time... Nothing is gonna stop me now!!