So the boys were digging into Easter Baskets this morning. One of the things they got was a chocolate egg with a peep inside. The time came for hunting for eggs outside, so everyone got up and ran outside, leaving their candy on the floor. When the hunt was done, everyone came in and Blaise’s peep was missing. There was only one possible culprit: Mrs. Peel, our 3-year-old Yorkie-Poo.
She normally doesn’t like things like that (or almost ANY people food), so we guessed she must have grabbed it to chew on, like she does with little stuffed animals that she finds. We looked in her kennel, and, sure enough, there it was! Alaric was given the task of getting a picture of her to document the event, probably for a scrapbook. Without thinking, he put his own “peep-on-the-half-shell” down on the floor near her and went for the camera. While he was two steps away, she grabbed HIS and ran off! 
Easter pfun for everyone!
Na
