When one door closes...

This morning, L and I retired to his room so he could nurse and then I could put him down for a nap. J said he was going to pop out to Panera to pick us up some coffee. Usually he takes Sadie with him; she waits in the front seat until he gets back with some bread samples. But I guess today he didn't take her. I didn't realize this until L was drifting off to sleep while nursing, his door closed, I heard what sounded like a pan fall to the floor. But L was in that crucial, don't breathe phase or I'm going to wake up and potentially scream phase. I sat there with him going into a deep sleep while Sadie cruised the counters, the sink, and everything else she could get his dirty little paws on until she was caught red-pawed when Jim walked in from Panera. She scored curried pork chop juices and remnants of some coconut rice, along with some pork grissle and some other plate remainders. Crazy dog! I am thankful though that it wasn't a(nother) diaper though.