Over lunch, I needed to stop by the house and let in the plumber.  The Powder Room sink needed help before Christmas and I was just the man to call.  Yep, just the man to call in a professional, that is.  The most powerful tool in my home repair arsenal?  The telephone.

Needing to isolate the dog from the plumber, I set up shop on the porch.  Laptop, my dog, and snacks (Mounds, the little coconut covered candy bars, were that afternoon’s bite of choice).  What more would a man need to weather a plumbing storm?

Before I knew it, lickety split, the plumber was done.  Bing, bang, boom, the sink was fixed.

Heading to pay the plumber, I left our pup on the porch.  A quick transaction and I was ready to head back to work and release our dog for his scheduled 1PM to 5PM nap on the couch, with the occasional bark at a neighborhood squirrel.

Looking up and much to my dismay, I saw our dog digging into a Mounds candy bar on the porch.  As he struggled with the wrapper (after all, he does not have any opposing thumbs), I knew it would be hard to wrestle away from him.  Remembering that some much more appropriate dog treats were within arm’s reach, I considered an exchange, the candy bar for a Beggin’ Strip, bacon flavored dog treat.

Thankfully, our pooch accepted the terms of the candy bar’s release.  I was especially thankful, because I was really not in the mood to snack on a Beggin’ Strip.  I have my standards, you know.