Last night we grilled up about four pounds of chicken, so I’d have something decent to eat at work over the next couple of days. After cooking the chicken, I set it inside a covered container on the kitchen counter to cool a little before storing in the fridge. Then I walked away for about ten minutes and returned to find an empty container and one fat dog. Nora somehow freed the lid and licked out every last piece of chicken from the container without knocking it off of the counter. Then, a couple minutes later she pooped in the front entryway. It was a spectacular display of bad dogness. Today’s lunch was a box of Wheat Thins.
I feel an Anchorman quote is in order:
Ron Burgundy: What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole… wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad; that’s amazing. How ’bout we get you in your p.j.’s and we hit the hay.