You'd have to see it to belive it....

Last night John had a law school reception and wasn't going to be home until around the boys' bedtime. So I decided to go ahead and put them down so that he could just come home and relax after a long day. I'm always a little more on edge when he isn't here. I feel slightly paranoid that someone will break in or come to the door without me hearing it. Needless to say, I set the alarm and locked all of the doors before starting their bath. Jack was fresh out of the high chair and filthy from a hard-playing day. I always steam up the bathroom really well to open up their 'pre-asthmatic' lungs, so the three of us were in the upstairs bathroom with the door closed. Midway through the bath I heard Crockett downstairs going absolutely crazy. He was barking up a storm and not stopping. It's not uncommon for him to raise a ruckus when people pass by our home walking, so I tried not to get too alarmed. However, the incessant nature of his rant had me running through defense drills in my head. I developed a plan should an intruder present himself. I had the phone in the bathroom with me so I would lock the bathroom door, call 911 , fill the hair-rinsing pitcher with steaming hot water and pour it on the burglar's face. Seriously, I developed this plan within seconds. Somewhat relieved that I hadn't heard any beeping from the alarm, I tried to calm myself and get through the bath. I recited verses in my head as I washed my babies. "If God is for me, who can be against me?" Romans 8:31 "Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10

SO, after the boys were lotioned and P.J.'d I put them in James' room to play and headed downstairs to check things out. Crockett had stopped barking several minutes prior, but I noticed that he didn't run up to greet us when we opened the bathroom door....he usually does this because he likes to lick the water off of the tub after bath time...don't ask me. As I cautiously rounded the corner entering the kitchen...this is what I found.
My initial reaction was panic that someone was in the house and had placed Crockett on the kitchen counter. I quickly surveyed to doors to find them both still dead-bolted and the alarm still set. I assessed the situation again...
This was when I noticed the high chair's new location and the fully devoured tray of leftovers from Jack's delicious homemade dinner. To give you a full perspective of exactly how much effort Crockett put forth to accomplish this task, here is a picture of where the high chair typically resides in proximity to the counter where the food was....
That's right....Crockett smelled the irresistible decadence of hot dogs and mac 'n cheese, he nudged the high chair (with locked wheels) a good 3 feet and 180 degrees to the edge of the counter then launched himself onto the seat and ultimately on to the platform of his success. My best estimate of time....taking into account when we originally went upstairs to the point at which I heard the frantic barking....Crockett completed this task in about 7 minutes. According to research conducted by an unidentified police-dog training facility, there isn't any such thing as reasoning power in the dog, rather, that he merely reacts to directions given by man. So, therefore, if my un-reasoning dog can complete this task in less than 7 minutes, should it really be that difficult to believe that God, the author of reason and power, could create the world in 7 days?? I think not! This is how I felt.