This morning I was assigned the task of hopping across the bridge to cash a check and get some supplies for the house. It started with me having to negotiate the terms to leave with a 4 year old boy, finally getting him ready, securing the hound, and leaving.

I got some gas in the car, went to McD’s for a McGriddle and iced coffee, swung back across the way to Wendy’s for some nuggets for the kid, then headed across the bridge.

The bank didn’t open its lines till 11 so we had 1/2 an hour to walk around BJs. That was calm enough. Took us about that long to shop and be gone. I bought a huge pack of nuggets, ground beef, skinless chicken, juice, and soy milk. Then we went back to the bank, did our business there, and headed home.

All that was fine and dandy, until I actually got back to my house. That’s when I found out what the dog had been doing in the less than 3 hours since I had gone from the house.

TMI to follow:Coby got…