Welp. It was another banner weekend with Strud. We went out to Yates’ tennis match last Saturday for a few hours and the dogs were in their usual spot – the kitchen/family room/mud room. They had been out on a big hike earlier in the day, so all seemed in order to leave them for a little while.
Wrong. WRONG.
Upon returning home, I first noticed the remnants of Yardley’s birthday cake – which, notably, had been outside of the dogs’ closed-in perimeter – were gone with the knife on the floor.
And that is when it dawned on me: Even though the dogs were asleep in the family room trying to look innocent, they had gotten out. Sure enough, I noticed the sliding doors into the living room were slightly open – just the width needed for an English lab to sneak through.
So, I went searching, with trepidation…
I checked Yardley’s room first. It is so messy it was hard to know whether any damage had occurred, but it looked okay. Then, I checked Yates’ room. New bag of cough drops? Gone.
All of Yates’ remaining Easter candy? Also gone – including some nerds that somehow ended up underneath his bed.
There was some good news. Strud managed to find Yates’ passport, which we thought he had lost. The bad news? It is now very sticky with melted Nerds.
Next, I headed to Thatcher’s room, where all Strud could find was this crappy Ziploc of toothpaste and toothbrush:
So, he moved on to our room, where he clearly had some sort of accident in the closet. Unclear if it was a pee or a candy/Ricola-induced vomit because it was not yellow but it was obviously from him.
Downstairs, we found more shrapnel (and a certain someone trying to act like nothing was wrong).
We also found more evidence of Strud’s love of the Ricola, which, I must say, is a new discovery. These findings came the next day, which leads me to believe it was a new caper. But we couldn’t figure out how he got this stuff nor what the one wrapper is even from, so it’s a mystery.
It’s like a game of Clue: Mr. Strudwick, in Yates’s, Thatcher’s, and our room, with his appetite…
This morning, I got back from dropping off the kids at school to find this:
Such perfect little angels. They’re like, “Who us??”
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