Home on the Range: Snack Attack!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Snack Attack!

Partner in Grime was on the road the first part of the week, so with taking care of Abby by myself (she gets several walks a day), the yard and trash and such,with work and the commute into the city, it was a bit hectic around here. I did get the bedroom tidied up from the first laundry explosion, setting down a fresh set of earplugs on the nightstand. It's from all the years in hotels as a pilot - I can't sleep without earplugs even if our neighborhood is quiet as a mouse. BEEP - drier is done!

When I came back, one of them was missing

Uh, huh, I think I found it.

What?

Yup, looks like someone snagged it and spit it out

It wasn't a Cheeto!

4 comments:

LindaJuly 21, 2016 at 10:08 PM
People who wear hearing aids learn the hard way that dogs love the taste or smell of earwax. Maybe that was the lure.
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MerleJuly 22, 2016 at 10:27 AM
Guess it didn't taste like a Cheeto either. :)

Merle
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Guffaw in AZJuly 22, 2016 at 10:49 AM
A meaningless, 'fun' fact - I can eat one fried Cheeto. No biggee.
Now, as to the puffier BAKED ones...
Unless they are removed from the vicinity, or I am restrained, I will eat them until the bag is empty!
Thus, none ever come into the house!
Compulsive? Not me...
:-)

gfa
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