Dogs are sometimes cute

but not all the time.

So Oscar got into the trash a few days ago. I thought I had picked everything up, then went to take a nap and found 2 english muffins (stale, which was why they were in trash) buried in my bed. There originally was 5. I found one on the floor, two in my bed, and assumed he ate the other two.
Wrong. Just found the 4th hard-as-a-rock english muffin buried in my love seat. Naturally by "found" I actually mean Oscar decided today was The Day to eat said English muffin and removed it from between the cushions. (sidebar- "cushions" looks WEIRD when spelled out. I had to dictionary.com it to make sure it was actually spelled right because I didn't believe my Google spell-check (sorry Google.) I digress).

NO telling where bagel #5 is. due to the mass amounts of stomach gurgling over the last few days and yesterday and today's diarrhea my guess is THAT one he did eat.

I have been cleaning crumbs out of my couch for the last two days and now will need to spend the next several days cleaning them out of the love-seat. Thanks, Little Guy.

On a completely different topic, I watched "As far as my feet will carry me" and was thoroughly impressed with it. Netflix has been recommending it for me for weeks and I've ignored it until tonight. Definitely a good foreign film, and it helps that I really do like runaway/chase movies. There are still parts that thoroughly puzzled me but it's probably something I missed somewhere in the translation, or something that would make more sense the second time around.