Boards are over yet again. I hope that they went well for everyone over the weekend. Yesterday morning, Part III came and went pretty quickly. The first two parts of the Boards consist of six tests each so waking up on Saturday morning and only having to take two tests for Part III was actually pretty nice. Granted, it was no cake walk, but it was nice to be done by noon. Now all we can do is wait patiently (for several weeks) to find out how we did. In the meantime, I decided to take the rest of yesterday as well as today to just sit back and relax. This evening, as I was watching a few of the NFL football games, I decided to bake some cookies. Unfortunately, I only got around to making one dozen and this is why:

My sweet adorable Maltese, Ripley, has gotten in a very bad habit of climbing up to the table after people eat in hopes of finding leftovers. Needless to say, there have been a couple of times that he has managed to sneak a couple of sandwiches off the table when nobody was paying attention. Now I make a more conscious effort of keeping the chairs pushed in close to the table in order to keep him from being able to climb up there. Unfortunately, that isn't always enough. I have found that Ripley has a particular liking for sweets.
This evening when I was making cookies, after the first batch was finished, I got them out to let them cool. A little while later, I prepared another pan to put in the oven to bake. Just as I was getting ready to put them in, my cell phone rang and it was one of my old college teammates and one of my best friends whom I hadn't spoken to in quite some time. As I was talking to her, I went back into my bedroom away from the tv to give her my undivided attention. Meanwhile I had placed the pan of cookies (a dozen to be exact) on my kitchen table with the chairs pushed in tight. I thought for sure they would be safe. Boy was I wrong. When I got off the phone and returned to the kitchen to place the cookies in the oven, this is what I found:

For some reason, my little cookie monster (Ripley) decided to leave one cookie on the pan. I guess he thought that if there was still one there, maybe I wouldn't notice that some were missing. Somehow, he had managed to make his way onto the table, eaten eleven raw cookies, and gotten back down without me noticing at all.
He definitely has a sweet tooth and has proven on a couple of occasions now that he will go to great measures to get his tongue on something sweet. About a month ago, just after my birthday, I had some left over cake that my mom had made me when my family came to visit. One morning, I had gotten a piece of the cake to eat and sat down at the computer to check my e-mail before getting ready to head over to school. I ate all of the cake but left my plate, fork, and a few crumbs laying next to the computer while I went to take a shower and get ready for school. When I got out and came back to the computer, this is what I found:

Ripley is one of the most mischevious little dogs I have ever seen but I can't help but love him. It proves to be very entertaining at times!!! I have to say, however, that this particular incidence gave me a pretty good scare. The cookies he ate were chocolate chip and knowing that chocolate is toxic to dogs scared me quite a bit. So far, so good though.
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