We have a thief in our house.
It is not an adult. Or a child. Actually, it isn't a human at all. Our sweet, innocent, large puppy (she's 8 months) Hammer, who likes to steal things. And she is darn good at it too. She comes in, sneaks something in her mouth, wanders outside, leaves it for later, then comes back in. Unless we actually see her take the thing in her mouth, we almost never catch her until the object (toy, shoe) has been destroyed. Obliterated. In tiny scraps all over the yard that have to be raked up into piles and thrown away.
We have done this a time or two, as you can tell.
Anyways, today was a crazy day at the Ivey house. LOTS of people came over, in comparison to the one person we see on a daily basis (Dee), we had upwards of 4 people come over at different times (actually, all in about a 3 hour time frame that I like to call "Nap Time") in addition to Dee.
The back story here is that our internet has been spotty because when Zach build the shop in the back, he may or may not have cut the phone line, then McGuivered it back together with tape/spit/gum, or any adhesive he had on hand. So, internet = spotty.
Which sucks because we 1) pay for it and 2) use it daily for school, both homeschool and college. So, we kind of need that line to be fixed. And thus, a repair team came knocking on my door just after naptime started. Which is the time that anyone comes knocking on my door, if they are going to during the day.
So, there stands a team of guys, ready to dig a trench in my backyard to run a new wire, baby backhoe and all. Which I am actually fine with, so I go and bring the dogs in so they don't bother the nice cable running guys. I go around the side to offer to move my car so they can have better access to the backyard, when, what to my surprise! But I come across, right there in my backyard, a pair of chewed up underwear. MY chewed up underwear. And the repair guys were already back there, making their plan on how they are going to dig up my backyard, that has underwear on the ground. MY chewed up underwear on the ground.
I like to think I was pretty quick about grabbing it and laughing at how silly puppies are and how she chews up everything before running into the house and hiding under my bed.
Ok, I didn't hide under my bed. But I also didn't go back outside, and Hammer for sure didn't get a treat when the other dogs did. YOU KNOW WHY.
As a side note, the repair guys are actually going to have to come back, because they have to get a "dig line" from the gas company before they dig in the back. So I get to see them again. And I plan to THOROUGHLY clean the backyard the day they come back.
