Jake

In our continuing quest to "prepare" the dogs for Baby B's arrival, we have been attempting to let them spend time out of their kennels when we are home. For those of you that are not aware Jake and Raleigh's room is now going to become the nursery. Anyhoo, Lofton came home from work yesterday in a foul mood, which coincidentally matched my morning (not really because it happens all the time) sickness enduced bad mood.
After much discussion over what I was not going to cook for dinner we decided to make a quick fast food run. We left Jake and Raleigh out to sleep, but closed off the living room (Jake thinks the couch is his bed and when Lofton isn't around he likes to lounge under the quilt with his head on a throw pillow).
We returned approximately fifteen minutes later to find the dogs waiting for us by the back door. They however were not alone. Jake was accompanied by a wrapper from a Ciabatta loaf I had purchased at Kroger on Saturday. The loaf was about 16 inches by 6 inches, and located on the counter pushed up against the wall. The sight of Jake with a shredded bread wrapper was possibly the highlight of the past week. I searched the house thinking surely he did not eat that whole loaf of bread. But, in fact he did. There were no crumbs or discarded pieces to be found, only the shredded wrapper and a large dog that need to be let outside to go to the bathroom.