I really should trust my instincts.

When I left for church today, one of the loaves of bread that I purchased yesterday (2 for 1) at the Empire Bread Co. was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, in front of my microwave. I thought about finding a "safer" home for it, as I keep Jack and Marina in my kitchen while I'm away. But then, they are Bichons and little dogs...how in the world could they get at it?

On my return home, however, I found that they had. I saw a couple of pieces of bread laying on the floor (which only means that they were full, to the brim) and the rest of the loaf laying on the floor, a crumpled up piece of mess with shredded plastic wrapping and not one totally whole piece of bread to be found.

There's just no way that Jack and Marina got to this without the help of Dharma or Dalai, my kitties who are now guilty (or at least I pronounced them that) of teaming up with them to perpetrate the crime.

Oh well, the sour dough loaf was untouched and it was delicious with my salad at lunch!