Stolen Quesadillas

The other day my daughter was upstairs talking to me and the two dogs came up and jumped on my bed. They were settled in and getting comfortable when my daughter went downstairs to get her snack she had made for herself. Suddenly I hear her yelling for Rockie, whose ears perk up but he is decidedly not going to respond. I knew he was in trouble. He knew he was in trouble. Only I didn't know what for.

Apparently my daughter had made herself a quesadilla in the microwave and left it to cool on the counter. Rockie was able to reach where it was and helped himself to her snack. What's even more amusing was the little bit of tortilla he had on this face to ensure he was blamed.

Yesterday we had a repeat occurrance. I couldn't do anything but laugh this time. If my daughter didn't learn her lesson then how was Rockie to resist? This time he didn't leave any evidence either. He's a big dog and it couldn't have been anyone else. The other dog, Penni, couldn't reach the counter. Penni, however, jumped on my bed the other day and sent beads flying everywhere. (I was working on a necklace and had the bead containers open and on the bed.) I'm still finding them in places.