Tara's Minty Fresh Breath

Two weeks ago, when I was minutes from going into my exam, Mr Click treated me to two packs of Polos. I like to have something to suck on during an exam (I like to think that it helps to inspire me) and Polos tend to me my go-to sweet for these situations. I've taken a pack into virtually every exam since my Standard Grades.

They're perfect because you don't have to worry about rustling and annoying people, they've got a nice strong taste and they sit in that little groove that most desks have so they're less likely to roll off onto the floor. In the exam I got through over half a pack (partly because they helped to take my mind off the fact that I was bursting for the loo), which I then finished at work the following week.

The second pack I kept in my bag, usually having one or two mints after my lunch while I was at work. A week on from the exam I still had around half a pack left. I anticipated them lasting me another week or so and then I figured I'd buy some Mentos from the vending machine at work to replace them.

Tara, pretending to be sleepy and innocent but probably really plotting which sweets she'll steal next.

Tara, on the other hand, had some different ideas. Last week I was in the kitchen sorting laundry with the door closed (to prevent Trouble with a capital T from trying to make off with any of the socks) when I heard a thump, a yell and the sound of dog and husband racing up the stairs.

I came out of the kitchen to see what the fuss was about to find said husband pinning the aforementioned dog to the stairs with his hand in her mouth, fishing out bits of Polo mint and wrapper! Being the genius I am, I'd left my shoulder bag on the floor, perfectly within reach of the hoover/labrador cross-breed and she'd decided that she needed a breath mint, or ten!

I'm pleased to report that Mr Click was able to get all of the wrapper out of her mouth, and most of the Polos too. She sat at the top of the stairs happily crunching away on the little bits that he'd missed. She didn't suffer any adverse effects from them and I've learnt a valuable lesson about keeping the contents of my bag zipped safely away from prying labrador noses!