Every once in a while, I get a story that I just *have* to pass along. This is one of those times. It is way too funny for sure. Many of you know that my cousin Sherlock Bones lives in Chicago, Illinois. Sherlock Bones is 5 – like me – and he’s a Basset Hound. Awesome cousin for sure!
Mom is sitting on the couch last night watching television and she gets a text from her sister, my Aunt Tina. Mom reads it and then starts laughing. So of course you know all of us anipals have to go up to mom and ask her what’s so funny.
Aunt Tina bought a pizza for the family last night, put it way back on the kitchen counter and went for a quick run through the neighborhood. My cousin Maverick had went to the bathroom to wash up and was going to eat when he was finished. In the meantime, guess who smelled the pizza? If you said Sherlock Bones, we have a winner!
Somehow Sherlock learned how to reach further back on the kitchen counter and helped himself to some dinner.
In just a short time span, Sherlock Bones ate 8 boneless wings and three slices of pizza.
He then proceeded to stash three more slices of pizza in the sofa. You know so he could have a midnight snack. The dog has skills.
I’m thinking that one day when I grow up I can try to be like him… looks down at my miniature pot-belly and short legs, okay maybe not.
After his dinner, he stretched out on the sofa belly up full from his adventure.
Texts went back/forth between mom and Aunt Tina – all full of sarcasm and fun. Then Aunt Tina sent the final picture of Sherlock Holmes laying on the sofa all sad. Why was he sad? Because he spent a solid ten minutes looking for his ‘stashed’ pizza in the sofa and couldn’t find them. He could smell them but they were gone. Aunt Tina had found them and removed them from the sofa.
I guess Sherlock Bones was so heartbroken.