You really do have a great writing style - hilarious story.
I grew up with a sneaky German Shepard. One Easter, my Dad left church while we were in Sunday School to hide the eggs. He snuck out, hid 24 eggs for my brother and I in the backyard, and then hurried back before we could figure out that he'd left.
When my brother and I got home, we rushed out back with our baskets to go on a hunt. Lady didn't get up to greet us, she stayed in her doghouse. We hunted for a while, and then a while longer, and then checked the doghouse to see if there were any there.
Lady had 23 plastic eggs broken in the corner, 23 candy wrappers in the other corner, and a less than thrilled look on her face.
The best part was that she had unwrapped all of the candy before she ate it. Well, that, and that I found the one egg she hadn't come across. It was in the treehouse.
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