I Need Good Theme Music

When I grow up, I’m gonna be a ninja.  I’m working on my skills right now.  As I’m typing this, I’m listening for the tell tale crinkling of paper.  A minute ago I heard it and I jumped from the desk chair and crept softly into the living room to catch the culprit in the act. 

I got out of the chair very quietly and tiptoed across the wood floor, peeked around the corner of the laundry room and then skittered across the tile of the kitchen.  I pressed my back up against the wall by the pantry and, using a mirror, I could see into the living room and a perfect view of the tree.  His butt was up in the air because he was trying to get further under the tree.  It was perfect for an attack and that’s when I swooped in.

He’s got big ears so you have to be stealthy.  He’s good with his nose, too, but fortunately he’s preoccupied and I can get right up on him before he knows I’m there. 

It’s Roscoe and he’s singlehandedly trying to undermine Christmas.  

Sassy and The Bandit got caught up in the fervor of the season and wrapped a dog bone for him and put it under the tree.  I don’t think they fully understand the concept of a Bloodhound.  I know that wrapped bone made him insane the minute the package touched the carpet.  I couldn’t blame him for demolishing it the minute our backs were turned.

The problem now is that he appears to be checking the other presents for edible items as well.  As of right now, I will have to re-wrap 3 presents because he’s torn into them and tossed them aside when he realizes he’s not interested in Cd’s and flashlights and books and such.

“Bones, woman. Where are the bones?”

So for the last several hours we’ve been playing cat and mouse.  I hide and creep up on him and scare the shit out of him while he’s half way under the tree.  I find this to be extremely satisfying – although I will admit my hand hurts from smacking his bony butt.

Only two more days to go. 

I’ll bet if I can jump down on him from the top of the couch, that’ll scare him straight.