The Great Muffin Heist of 2012

So I was in the shower this morning, minding my own business, when I begin to detect the unmistakable sounds of a dog getting into mischief.  I strain my ears, wondering what on Earth Hurley could be getting into this time.  All the bread is on top of the fridge, the kitchen is clean, house is spic and span and then I remember....the Muffins!

I have one day off per week.  On this day, I always have lots of chores and errands but I make time to do one thing for me.  Just one thing just for me.  This week, I made Pumpkin Apple Cranberry muffins.  I had one.

So this morning after I detected the unmistakable sounds of Hurley ruining my morning, I hurry to finish my shower and open the bathroom door.  He bounds in, still licking his chops.  If that wasn't evidence enough, I present the following:

The complete lack of crumbs, anywhere, indicate that this was a professional heist.

As is customary when a certain puppy is creating mischief, I found the other two hiding out in their room.

 Someone's tummy is bulging - maybe because 10 missing muffins are in there!

Are you kidding me?  HE WIPED HIS MOUTH ON MY BED.    

My great plans of having a quick, easy and delicious muffin for breakfast each morning this week have been dashed.  So I had toast.

Sad toast face.

Just remember this, buddy.  Payback is a bitch.