You’ve seen pictures of our house lately. It’s total chaos. We are having our kitchen remodeled. Everything is out of the drawers and cabinets. Essentials are piled on any flat surface we could find or erect. We’ve been like this for nearly 4 weeks.
Yesterday Owen and Ella came to stay with us for 3 days. Perhaps not the best time to have a 3-year-old and 5-year-old around; but hey, Grandmas take their grandkids whenever there is the opportunity, right?
Our stove was still covered in plastic, protecting it from the painting that was going on; so I took the kids down to the local deli for a hamburger for dinner. I admit, I was a bit frazzled at the time. Trying to corral 2 excited children and 2 energetic dogs and get everyone where they needed to be was a bit… harried. I felt exhausted by the time I got the kids into their car seats and was ready to drive away.
But we made it to the deli and had our dinner, with only one spilled full glass of ice water that went all over the table and onto both Owen and me. Between the up-and-down trips I made to get more napkins, more ketchup, straws, spoons, and more water, I remembered why it’s way easier to take little ones out to eat when there are 2 (or more) adults present.
When we leave the house, we typically put Riley and Stella (our dogs) into the bedroom and shut the door. That is their they-are-leaving-now-and-will-be-back-soon place. They are comfy there and don’t get into trouble.
So I was rather surprised when I opened the front door and was greeted by 2 barking dogs. Hmmm…. .I know I put them in the bedroom. Did I not shut the door? With all that was going on at once, that must have been it. I took a quick glance around and was relieved to see that they hadn’t disturbed anything the painters left behind or done anything to mark up the newly glazed cabinets.
Later that evening, when the kids were finally asleep, I plopped down on the couch and noticed some brown spots on a white blanket that I keep there. Uhhh… ?? It smelled like chocolate. I looked around a bit more and found a half-eaten Hershey’s Nugget on the floor. As my husband and I tried to figure out where they could have gotten just this one Nugget, I remembered that I hadn’t put away a bag of groceries yet; and that bag of groceries was sitting on a low stool, easily within the reach of a dog. (What was I thinking?) And yes, the entire bag was gone.
Neither dog was acting sick; but, of course, chocolate is not good for dogs to put it mildly.
It was late. We put the dogs to bed and tried to figure out how in the world we would find that bag of chocolate with the house as it is. There are a million places Riley (who is our hoarder) could have hidden it. But this morning, when I was a bit more rested, I remembered that Riley always goes back to find his “treasures” and moves them to a “safer” place. So I kept my eye on him and it was only a matter of time before he led me right to the bag.
The bag was almost empty. Only 4 pieces of chocolate remained. The question now is…. did they eat all of that chocolate, or did Riley take it, piece by piece, and hide it. That’s entirely possible. He’s done that before.
So we are on the lookout for Hershey’s Nuggets around our house. In corners, under pillows, anywhere Riley thinks is safe. We know most of his hiding spots; it’s just trying to get to them now; that’s the problem.
Since neither Riley nor Stella were sick during the night, and since they aren’t acting unusual in any way, my guess is they didn’t eat all of the chocolate. But that definitely remains to be seen.