Basset Burgular: The Case of the Tricked Treats

Before I forget to document this at all, I have to tell y'all about my most recent Porthos' Hilarious Hi jinx story.

Thursday night of last week, I was sitting at home on the computer, playing iLike Music Trivia on Facebook. I'm the next best thing to oblivious to anything going on around me and just beneath my sub-consciousness, I hear "rustle, rustle, rustle" behind me, and then the "click, click, click, click" of doggie nails on wood flooring, toddling their way out to the living room. I think nothing of this. Porthos is ALWAYS investigating "something" and he's gotten to the point where I don't have to be on top of his every move. And with recent developments, Ted has been packing up his things, and there are boxes everywhere in the spare bedroom. I'm still playin' away on the computer, and I hear "click, click, click, click" back into the bedroom, then "rustle, rustle, rustle" once more... followed by "click, click, click, click", back out into the living room. Now this second occasion DID register, and I asked him... "Porthos, what are you up to baby dog"? (as if he's going to say "Nothing Dad! As you were then.") Then he comes clicking back into the bedroom, and I wait for the "rustle, rustle, rustle" and swing around on the chair, only to see him with his head in a plastic bag in one of the boxes. Of course the jig is up, and he goes "click, click, clicking" back out to the living room with a little more purpose, whilst I investigate what he was scoring out of the plastic bag.

"Oh, you little fucker"! I laugh, and run to the living room to find him lying quite pretty on his doggie bed, and proceed to pry a trick-or-treat sized Glossette's peanuts package from the hounds deadly jaws. He growled at me for ruining his snack of course, but as always his growl is just a form of communication, and he relinquished the Glossettes. But he had already opened and eaten an Oh Henry and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Leaving the packaging splayed on the floor I might add. I'm trying to tell him "No", "Bad Boy", but I just can't muster up the conviction to make him equate my giggling with discipline. It was like, he just came across Ted's stash of Halloween crap, and was like "Oh... well maybe just one more."

Man I love that dog. So eternally cute, and full of antics.

Before checkin'out today, I must recommend the most beautiful, wonderful album I've heard all year. The new Queen Latifah CD: Trav'lin' Light. It's a work of exquisite art from start to finish. I seriously cannot recommend it enough. Like... go buy it. I can't imagine anyone not loving it.

Trav'lin' Light

I'm trav'lin' light
Because my man has gone
But from now on
I'm trav'lin' light

He said, "Goodbye"
And took my heart away
So from today
I'm trav'lin' light

No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories

Some lucky night
He may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light

No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories

Some lucky night
He may, he may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light

Such a Sad Year

Who knew love
would come walking thru' my door
Turn a light on
somewhere down inside
And give me a feeling
I'd never had before
It was a long wait
It was just the wrong time

But I hope you'll hold me now
Somewhere within
And when you think about
What might have been

Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me

How can you argue
with a feeling in your bones
'Bout what is, and what isn't meant to be
Some things you live with
But you never let it show
Like the pain I felt
The day I watched you leave

But I hope you'll think of me
When tender winds blow
Sit on the shores of love
And just let it go