Taken

I was so excited when I got back from North Dakota. My loving mother had lavishly provided me with all the Christmas treats that were left over from the season (in reality, it was only a couple sandwich bags full and it was also because she didn't "want" to eat them). I was so sad leaving and when I got settled back into my bedroom in Bend, OR, I though to myself "these tasty things will be a nice way to have a little piece of home with me for a while." So I went to work the next day and came home. I had laid my laptop bag down at the foot of my bed, taken off my jacket, and sat at my desk to plug in my computer. I looked down and my stash (which also included half a bag of doritos) was gone! huh... I looked around and they were nowhere. Then I remembered that the dog (that belonged to the family I was staying with) had a terrible habit of taking things. It definitely took my snacks! I was so mad, but realized it was partly my fault for not closing my door when I went to work. I told my house mom and she said that Jenny (the dog) had probably taken them outside. Well, it was dark and the backdoor was already locked for the night, so I decided to look in the morning. So at dawn, I sent myself as a search party to locate the destitute delicacies. I hadn't taken three steps out the door when I saw my bag of chips untouched but lifeless and covered with frost. Two steps beyond that was a sandwich bag completely torn to shreds with no trace of a cookie in sight. Bad Dog! I then took my chips inside in order to resuscitate them. I later ate them galdly, but my relationship with Jenny may never be the same.