I think we will continue to find small pieces of broken glass up until the day we move out of this house.
So the &*%# dog got bored while we were away. The 9x9 dish of brownies was on the center of the island counter top and he could not resist. I still wonder how he actually got close enough to knock it down, but I am sure he worked very hard to get the brownies close to the edge. I have seen him in action when he thought he was alone. He jumps up an inch higher with every try in hopes of reaching his goal. I laugh out loud every time I think about that dish crashing down to the floor and scary the you-know-what out of him. That thought takes the edge off of my wanting to be upset with him.