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This morning I was making my healthy low calorie breakfast, (why yes, I am on the eat well/lose weight New Year's bandwagon) and getting quite excited about it! New year, new beginning blah, blah, blah. I was even planning to enjoy a bagel because I have decided to stop demonizing carbs and simply learn to eat like a person and not two. So, there I was happily cooking away when suddenly from the back room I hear my daughter cry out, "Oh my g*d!" I leave my stove top and quickly run over to the hall where I ask her what happened.

Daughter: "The Dog!"

Me: "What?!"

Daughter: "The Dog got into the fridge and ate the bagels."

Me: "WHAT?!?!"

Daughter:"He got into the fridge and ATE the bagels!"

I simply cannot believe it! Even as she is bringing me the empty bagel package I still can't believe it. Ah, but there is indeed the rub, because you see I should have believed it. We had recently just began to store the bagels in the fridge because my clever pooch had figured out a way to open the bread box drawer (don't ask me how) and steal them from there!

I took the empty offending package and stuck in my dog's face demanding, "WHY?!?!"

He just looked and me apologetically, as if he had really done me some kind of favor, all sad eyed and sweet and I gave up trying to understand.

So here are my options:

1. Try sticking the bagels on TOP of the fridge and see if that works. Unless of course the Cat is in cahoots with the Dog, which in that case it's hopeless.

2. Give up on carbs completely because they are actually demonic delicacies that will only continue to ravage and ruin my body.

3. Eat bagels out.

4. Install hidden video cameras.

My stealthy ninja dog. Don't let that grey haired face fool you. This Old Man apparently still has some tricks up his sleeve er...paw.

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