Interuptions...

I seem to have misplaced my camera and therefor I will delay the Psycho Cookie posting... On to other topics... It seems some of you have an opinion regarding the amount of life miles I have recorded. Well if you think I have an issue with running let me refer you to the Running Streak List for a dose of real fanaticism. These folks are a bit, well let's just say the are serious about running. I have found counting miles to be a bit more manageable than a running streak. Even with my meager collection of miles I don't even come close to the all time cumulative miles list. It seems I'm just an average Joe Runner. I feel so much better now. And yet I did pull off a 3.5 mile ice/snow run yesterday. Next topic... Our Christmas tree is up and twinkling. The boys, with help from a couple friends, decorated the side of the tree they could reach and in time, when the weight of all those trinkets reached a dangerous level, the tree came down. Yes we had a "TIMBER" moment in the living room. We have since recovered from the trauma and the tree is connected to the wall via super strong stealth string and a drywall screw. Last year's cookie caper has been repeated although to a smaller scale. Last year around this time, Sodhi, our 60 lb Goldendoodle, escaped (in the middle of the night) and decimated our collection of Christmas cookies, including the espresso laden biscotti. Fast forward to yesterday, and he managed to take advantage of the Buckeyes cooling on the back porch. Buckeyes are basically a frozen ball of peanut butter, powdered sugar and real butter dipped in chocolate, the perfect 15,000 calorie snack in a neat and tasty package. So they get dunked and need to cool for the chocolate shell to harden for freezer storage. I fill the chest freezer in the garage and having run out of available room, put the last tray of 20 or so balls of goodness on the back porch (It's 20 some degrees outside). He found them. I hear an odd sound of cookie sheet on ice with the added accent of wax paper crumpling and happy dog noises. My brain instantly remembers leaving the cookies on the back porch and I know exactly what the noises mean COOKIE THIEF!! Sprinting to the location of the crime I arrive in time to rescue about 25% of the valued morsels. The dog, caught re-pawed, quickly retreats to the 5" of crusty snow in the yard knowing I would not initiate a barefoot chase. I figured he'll get his when the pound or so of peanut butter and chocolate start to digest. Last night he didn't eat dinner and WOW did he have gas! Usually such an act of disrespectful behaviour would generate a stern, "BAD DOG!!" But in this case it might need to be, "BAD HUMAN!!" for leaving the cookies out in the open. Psycho Cookie photos and stories to come, I promise. Tony