Baby P Makes 3: The Case of the Baked Good Bandit

Let me just preface this with... when Cameron is gone I am PARANOID! Every noise in my house means that I am not alone. Yeah I know it's pathetic, but you can thank my mom for making me watch all those crime shows when I was little.

Over the last two days Rambo (my Australian Sheppard mix) has been freaking out. Under normal circumstances, this dog is ridiculously well behaved. Like you can stick 6 french fries on his nose and he doesn't get them until told, it's impressive. As of Sunday he had been taking my things outside and eating Parker's (new baby roommate) bottles amongst other things. I could not for the life of me figure out why he was regressing so badly, Cameron has left many times and NEVER has he acted out like this.

Sunday I woke up to about 12 cupcakes missing, I assumed Cameron had taken them with him when he left. He didn't. Throughout the day Sunday more and more cupcakes had gone missing. A total of 16 in all. Racecar (my shitzu) did NOT get the cupcakes, because let's face it, he's too little to be apart of such shenanigans. I had decided that Rambo was acting out because of Cameron and that it was my fault for leaving the cupcakes on the counter. Sunday night I decided I wanted cookies, so I turned the oven on and made my famous pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (recipe here)

Yesterday I got home from work and the cookies were, you guessed it, GONE! They were on a plate in the kitchen and somehow, Rambo (or someone/something else) got a hold of my cookies. Rambo and Racecar get put outside when I'm at work, so the cookies either went missing Sunday night and I didn't notice in my Monday morning haze OR someone is sneaking into my house to steal my baked goods.

Last night at about 9:30 I was fed up with Rambo's antics and even told my husband I was going to sell him on the black market (not that I ever would, I was just hoping Rambo was listening to scare him.) Rambo had ran to the basement door and then proceeded to sniff and scratch the door. That dog NEVER goes downstairs.

Cameron then proceeded to tell me to check the basement and make sure the door leading outside was locked.

WHAT?! You mean to tell me you left me home virtually alone for a month and didn't even check to make sure I was SAFE! Pft no husband of the year award for you now!

So with that, Kelsey (my normal sized roommate) and I grabbed my gun and we headed downstairs. I was wielding my weapon ready to charge, well until I started thinking about some random man setting up a hobo camp in my basement.

So now that thought is gallivanting through my brain, I decided to give said man a chance to get out. I proceeded to yell:

"I am going to go outside for a few minutes, you have until I get back to exit the basement, no questions asked. If you do not leave I have a gun and I will use it."

I also told him that if he really wanted my baked goods that badly, to ring my doorbell and ask. I'm a pretty nice person and wouldn't turn down a starving man at my door, especially if it keeps me alive.

We then went outside and called our friend DeeDee who decided to laugh at us because of our ridiculous CSI case and told us just to go downstairs and check. We had a gun after all.

Finally after calling Cameron twice and waiting, he called back. I got made fun of a bit, then he made sure I went downstairs to check it out, while on the phone with him. Needless to say I went into the basement scared out of my mind and opened the door and turned on the light. I walked into the "bandit's lair" only to realize, the basement was not in fact turned into a hobo camp, or a scene out of Saw. The door however, was unlocked. Boy did that get fixed REAL QUICK.

The strangest part of this entire "adventure" was that as soon as Rambo and I went and checked the basement out, he was RIGHT back to normal as if he hadn't been a huge pain in my rear for 2 days. I apologized to him for my idle threat about the black market and we headed to bed unharmed and he slept all night for the first night in two days.

I don't know what was down there he felt needed to be taken care of, maybe he was just trying to warn me that the door was open and we weren't 100% safe. Either way, the house is once again locked up and we are all safe and sound.