Here it was, 11:00 on Sunday night, and I'd just learned that my package of dog treats had been delivered the previous day at 3:38. Well. Good luck to me finding it now. I tried to check the FedEx shipping details, hoping for a picture, to see if it actually came to the Mansion. No photo. I swear I usually get one. Then again, I usually get a notice on the morning it goes out for delivery. Wait a minute! It said it was "left on front porch."
I turned on the porch light and looked out. Nothing. I opened the door and stepped onto the porch. To my left, about five feet away, was my little Jack. SITTING BY A BOX. An open box. Jack hunkered down an walked to me. He looked guilty as all get-out, even though I had not said a word in my shock. Jack licked at my CROCS and rolled onto his back.
"It's okay, Jack. You're not in trouble. You're a good boy. Let's see about this box."
After reassuring Jack some more, and giving Pepper, who had come from the back porch by now, a cursory pat... I carried the box into the house.
THE TWO PACKS OF DOG TREATS WERE INSIDE!
How in the Not-Heaven had those treats survived 31.5 hours on the porch with two chewing dogs??? It was a miracle. The packing slip was inside, too.
They had definitely been working on getting into that box! Two corners were chewed. The clear tape was gone. Any packing materials were gone. I had seen Pepper in the front yard with a black mass that looked like a shredded garbage bag on Saturday. It might have been those blow-up packing pillow thingies.
This might be a case of the recipient enjoying the box more than the gift! Don't mind Farmer H's stack of clean shorts on the couch. It's become his new closet.
I'm guessing the box was actually sealed when it was delivered. I suppose the dogs might have tried sticking their heads in to get at the treats, but the flaps might have closed on their necks and spooked them. Otherwise, the treats must not be very appealing!
Poor little Jack. He probably has PTSD from the time he ate 1/3 of Genius's gift of a bison leather wallet that was also delivered to the front porch by FedEx, and found in the front yard/field in Jack's mouth! Heh, heh. Maybe all that thumping I heard was Jack trying to take the box away from Pepper, because he knew it was wrong!
Yeah. I don't believe that scenario. Those rascally dogs took great advantage of the laxity of the rascally FedEx delivery team.
4 comments:
Poor Jack! I am glad he was innocent-ish after all!
jj,
I'm sure Jack contributed to the gnawing. But he didn't eat the treats!!! Jack loves food. He's a bit portly now, and I don't think he's tall enough to bend his neck over the box and grab the treats. He was probably just "guarding" it for me, heh, heh! Or waiting for Pepper to tip it over.
I love that little dog. I got him the summer The Pony was leaving for college. He only gets scolded for growling at other pets these days. And not even with Pepper now, because Pepper is bigger, and a bully!
I am glad you found the box with treats intact, now you can dole them out a few at a time. I hope pepper didn't eat any of that black plastic.
River,
I'm more worried about the wide strip of clear tape that held the box shut. Pepper was shaking the black object like a rag. So I think that was the attraction, shredding and shaking, and not eating it. He was his regular treat-loving self yesterday. I haven't opened the new treats yet. The dogs have been getting grease bread from the hamburgers I prepared for supper a couple nights ago.
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