The Great Bagel Robbery

So now that I'm into kids books, I was sifting through the books my parents saved from my childhood. One was called "The Great Pie Robbery" by Richard Scarry. And thus, the name of this blog post because there was a great bagel robbery in our house yesterday morning.

The morning routine usually involves wanting to throw the alarm clock against the wall, a shower, making myself something to take to work for breakfast like a bagel with cream cheese, something for lunch, something for Steve for lunch, releasing the hounds from their overnight crate captivity to the outside and feeding them, dressing the kids, packing what they need for the day, and packing them into the car. It doesn't all happen all in that order, either.

On this particular morning, I'd gotten through most everything. I'd already dressed Elektra and she was already in her carseat ready to go. I was dressing DJ when Steve came in to DJ's room, much to DJ's immense delight. We finished getting DJ ready to go together, and I'd picked up DJ to carry him to get his jacket. I turned the corner from the kitchen to the living room, where our jackets are all on a hook, and stopped dead.

There was my bagel, on the floor, with the sandwich bag ripped, the bagel half eaten, crumbs surrounding the evidence, and a dog, IO, to be exact, with his nose stuck in the hole of the bagel, trying to eat as much of the thing as he could as fast as he could. Meanwhile, Napoleon was standing close by, either already having taken a taste and not wanting any or biding his time to get at this delicious morsel.

I was dumbfounded. Never had either dog snatched my bagel before! I actually stood there unable to react for what amounted to 5 seconds. Finally I got a grip, and shooed IO away. And there was my pathetic bagel, on the floor, looking like it had been, well, snacked on by a dog.

Steve laughed and picked the bagel up off the floor to throw it in the trashcan. Needless to say, I went to work hungry... my fault for leaving a bagel in reach of a dog....

This was almost as good as IO licking the broth out of Steve's bowl of chicken and rice soup one night...