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November / December 2014 6 EDITOR'S COLUMN By Stan Thorne Adventures with Donuts, Dogs AND DRIVING "Bad dog. That's a very bad dog." Those were the first words out of my mouth last Sunday morning. An hour later I was giving him belly rubs and telling him thank you. It's amazing how a good drive can change your perspective on things. Last Saturday the lovely wife and I decided to make our annual pilgrimage to the Johnson Farm Pumpkin Patch. If you have little ones or little ones who are young at heart I recommend going. Part of the tradition is stopping at Dunn's Cider Mill for fresh donuts and hot apple cider. If you time it right you can even get cinnamon and sugar on the cider donuts. Homer Simpson heaven. Being the brilliant father that I am, I bought two dozen donuts. And, my decision was confirmed as soon as I opened the steamy bag of goodness. The family van was filled with the soft aroma of hot donuts, cinnamon, and sugar. Intoxicating. I drove along sipping my cider, enjoying the opposite combination of its heat and the cool fall breeze through the open widow, and the sun on my skin. The only disruption to my little slice of family heaven was having to fight for my share of donuts. With our tummies full and the adventures of the pumpkin patch behind us, we arrived at home. One bag was empty and one bag was full. My plan was to surprise my lovely wife and kids with the donuts on Sunday morning before church. Well, that was my plan. Sunday morning arrived with a spectacular sunrise and the smell of hot coffee coming from the kitchen. (I love auto-set on that machine.) I slipped out of bed and snuck downstairs. Hot coffee in hand and Gods great glory lighting up my kitchen I remembered the donuts. Spinning around I looked on the counter. Not there. I knew immediately what had happened and a shredded bag on the living room floor confirmed it. Heston. Heston is still on the naughty list after eating the last of my chocolate chip cookies a month back, but now my donuts?!?! My once a year treat! "Bad dog. That's a very bad dog." came my first words of the day. He peeked out from under the kitchen table. His big brown eyes saying "I couldn't help myself." What was I to do? I looked at the clock, 8:30 am,