“Tobie!”

Weather has turned cool and very windy but sunny, perfect day for baking. I finish up and put the loaf on a rack to cool…


…go sit in my reading chair, for to sit and read…


…and almost immediately recognize my tactical error. I can’t see the counter from the chair, and Tobie knows it.

I look up. Tobie is nowhere to be seen.

“Tobie!”

There’s a muffled thud, as Tobie hits all four and hurries back into view.


“I was just sniffing.”

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9 Responses to “Tobie!”

  1. Robert says:

    But the bread smells so good! Whine, whine.

    Perhaps strategically-placed mouse traps on the counter would be a deterrent/learning moment. Covered with newspaper as to avoid actual doggie damage, of course. We want learning, not neuroticism. Forgive me if I’m mansplaining.

  2. Malatrope says:

    @Robert: Mansplaining, shmamsplaining. A male, presented with a problem, will suggest solutions. That’s why as a species we are still around.

  3. Robert says:

    Mal: Y’mean Joel doesn’t want us to simply listen to how he feels? 🙂
    NPR reporter kept asking a suffering Ukrainian civilian how she felt. Repeatedly. Idiot.

  4. boynsea says:

    Ya gotta keep your eye on your roommates! Funny how quickly YOUR food turns into OUR/THEIR food. Daughter once made a ‘tactical error’ and left a whole chicken on the counter top. Came back and found no chicken, but a satisfied Great Dane.

    The only dog I ever met that could stand on her hind legs, put her paws on my shoulders and look me in the eye, begging for ear skritches.

  5. The Neon Madman says:

    Bwa ha ha! Think of it this way, Joel – it’s a good thing that Tobie keeps the old desert hermit on his toes!

  6. matismf says:

    But I do not see any crumbs on Tobie, even though you took that photo with a good camera and I enlarged it as much as I could!

  7. Learned the hard way about keeping food up. Got a 25 pound 3 legged dog that is food obsessed. Though he has only 1 back leg, I’ve seen him jump up onto a 30” high raised garden bed to eat my last cantaloupe. We don’t leave a room without making sure all food and drink is up. My “ little bobby” is a rescue who lived on the streets and has known hard times. Once he has something he will will fight you to keep it.

  8. jabrwok says:

    Sounds like “build a breadbox” might need to be added to the to-do list.

To the stake with the heretic!