Ray was eating Ritz crackers on the couch when I asked him to come look at something in my sewing room. So he sets the bag on our end table and heads my way, and after a few minutes I'm like "what's that crinkling sound?". Ray goes to check it out and yells back "BABE! You gotta come in here right now!"
I will be narrating as the voice of Sir Whiskers.
*crunch crunch crunch*
Curse you infernal bottom-of-the-bag crumbs!!!
GAAHHHHH!!! You're so delicious, yet making a mess of my scolarly beard! But I must have you! IT HURTS SO GOOD!!!
Ray and I were pretty disappointed by the ending. We let things play out uninterrupted because we figured the end would be the best part - watching him try to wrestle the bag off his head once he was finished. I was envisioning several minutes of fruitless head shaking, rolling around, light growling, and maybe even some running around where he bashed into things because he couldn't see. But no. Immediately after finishing his snack. He used one paw to press the bag to the ground (see above), and expertly extracted his face from the belly of the beast.
Which leads me to believe he's either some kind of dog genius, or he's done this before.
Happy Friday :)