For Christmas I gave one of the dogs a little gingerbread man bicuit. This biscuit will soon be the death of me. Like Chuckie (the little doll that attempted to kill everyone) the G-man appears everywhere I am. I fear that my dog is worried that one of the other dogs will eat it. Rather than being a logical pup like the other two, (who merely chomped theirs down in a minute flat)this one keeps hiding it around the house. I went to the bathroom--it was behind the toilet. I went to clean up wrapping paper trash(I'm a slow cleaner)-it was buried amidst it. I went to take a bath, it was in the bath tub. I went to get my boots to go out with Cr, it was in my boots...and so on. I wish he would just eat it already! As I type, he's carrying it around crying looking for a "new" place to hide it. Pretty soon, I'm going to do a mercy killing...remove it from the hiding place and give it to one of the other dogs. This is why I probably shouldn't ever have any children. I'm mean.