SLICE #28- STAR MEETS THE EASTER BUNNY

Earlier this month, I wrote about how my black lab, Star, has a direct connection to the Bread Fairy, who makes regular deposits in our neighborhood. Now it seems that Star also has a direct connection to the Easter Bunny.

Let me backtrack a little. Last weekend I was at the grocery store. Because Son #1 is 900 miles away, and won't be home for Easter, I decided to put together an Easter basket, and send it to him. And then I decided that while I was buying goodies for his basket, I might as well buy the materials to create baskets for Son #2 and for their sister.

I made Son #1's basket and mailed it off earlier this week, then I hid the rest of the candy in the back of my closet, so no one would find it before Easter.

Today, I had to run to the grocery store to buy washer fluid, which Son #2 had asked for, and which I had forgotten. I was gone, umm, maybe about 20 minutes. Usually, when she is left home alone, Star hangs out on the couch, watching out the front window, waiting for someone to return. As soon as I open the front door, she's all over me, licking me, knocking things out of my hands, etc.

Today was a little bit different. I came back from the store and opened the front door.

No Star.

It was a gorgeous sunny day, and we have a dog door, so I thought maybe she was out back, enjoying the sun on the deck. I called her name.

No Star.

By now I was starting to get a little worried. Star always greets us when we come home. I wondered if someone had left the gate open and Star had gone on one of her regularly scheduled field trips.  I walked through the house, calling her name.

Still no Star.

I could hear something out in the backyard, so I went outside.

There was Star.

She was having her own private Easter egg hunt.

Somehow, she had gotten into my closet. And found the Easter candy.

In the twenty minutes I was gone, she ate a chocolate bunny.

And a 12 pack of Peeps.

And a large bag of jelly beans. 

The remains of the second chocolate bunny was hanging out of her mouth.

And amazingly, she isn't the least bit sick.

She keeps going back to my closet and sniffing at the door.

She's hoping that the Easter bunny might have left something else for her.