As I sat at the computer this afternoon, Donovan walked in, perched under my chair, and began chewing heartily.
"What do you have, Pup?" I asked. I reached down and came up with a lollipop stick, the Dum-Dum still intact down to the wrapper. I frowned at Donovan who was looking up at me sheepishly.
About an hour later, I heard Donovan walk briskly down the hallway. I glanced up just in time to see him stop at the corner to the back hallway and look suspiciously my direction.
"Stop right there," I hollered to him as he dropped yet another Dum-Dum. Obviously, he knew better or he would have happily munched it.
"Where's he getting all this candy?" I asked Daelyn.
"I think you left some candy on the table when you cleaned out the candy jar last night, Mom." I headed into the kitchen to check out the situation. Yes, there were still a couple of remaining pieces, which I put away, but only after I found Donovan sitting in a chair purveying the territory as I walked in.
Still later, Donovan wandered into the Den. He was chewing and tossing his head back.
"What do you have THIS time?" I asked him. When he refused to answer, I put my hand in front of his mouth.
"Drop it!" I commanded. No response.
As he tilted his head and cut his eyes to the side so he could see me, I pried his mouth opened and pulled out - - a Starburst. I have no idea how I managed to miss another candy, but he must've worked pretty hard to find it on the table amidst the paper, Deanna's diaorama, etc.
"Good grief," I yelled. Deanna glanced quietly at me and commented,
"Mom, that dog eats more candy than us kids."
At least he tries.
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