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.
What?! No photos?
Hudson did something like that once. We had this very old, 2 and a half legged grill on which we were grilling hamburgers. Hudson ran by it, knocked it over, and proceeded to inhale the 6 half-pound burgers and then vomited them up in the kitchen about 5 minutes later. We feel your pain…and admiration.
That wasnt even Hudsons most amazing feet. I came home from work at Pizza Hut one day with an extra pizza. Set it on the counter and then leashed Bishop up to take him out. When we got back in the pizza was 3 slices lighter but the box was unmoved.
How can there be photos without evidence? I suppose I could’ve taken pictures of Nora walking around with a glazed expression on her face. Or the distended stomach. Yeah, dogs stealing food then returning it spectacularly to you. Dogs are great.
It was all Dans fault though. He broke the grill.
I think about 50% of my funny stories begin with “It was all Dan’s fault though. He broke the…”