My Dog the Devil

Don't let this face fool you. She is pure evil.

Turns out our mini-labradoodle is aptly named, and proved it this morning by eating 4 blueberry muffins. Yes, Miss Luciferous Rex Benjamin, III is officially on my S-List today.

I got a rare itch to bake this morning and decided to make some blueberry muffins to have for breakfast tomorrow and to take with us on our trip to the beach later this week. I whipped them up and let the muffins cool on the counter while I took a little powerwalk.

I left Luci at home, as usual, thinking nothing of the delicious smell that was now permeating the house and probably driving her already turbo-charged olfactory sense mad.

Thirty-five minutes later, I walk in to find bits of aluminum wrappers on the kitchen floor sprinkled with crumbs, and a jolly pup trotting over to greet me to see if it was time to play fetch yet.

My reaction was pretty much like this:

"Yeah right, Luci! You better turn around and walk away right now or you will never see another tennis ball again! I can't believe it, you ate...(me counting)... 4 muffins?! You bitch! That stinking package only made a total of 10 and you ate 4! Granted, they weren't from scratch or anything but still, Luce. C'mon!"

I was met with a blank look, and then a couple seconds later, she licked her lips as if to say, "Ha! Gotcha!"

Damn, devil dog.

To retaliate, and in an effort to clean up the floor, I ran the vacuum for about 30min. Take that, Luci!