Let's discuss our dog's latest fiasco. Shall we? First, before I begin, put away any food you are eating. Away! No, for real, I'm being serious. In fact, if you've had anything to eat in the past half hour, you may want to wait a bit. Sorta like when you have to wait to get in the pool after eating. Okay? Ready?
So, it's a Friday night....a mere two days after moving to the Bay Area. And ya know, we've worked! Hard! So we decided we needed to treat ourselves. We were going to go see the new James Bond movie on it's opening night, at a SWEET theatre. Seats over 1,000. For real. I'll take you there! Anyway. We decided to hit the later showing, so we went to the grocery store to ya know, get some of that FOOD stuff we kept hearing about, and then went to drop it off at our place. I waited in the car, while Cabe and Brian took the groceries upstairs.....I waited for at LEAST 20 minutes. Finally, after I set every single pre-set radio station in our car, they came down and we drove off. After a few minutes, Cabe leans back and CASUALLY mentions, "Bear got into the bag of Costco brownie mix." You know the kind? The Triple Chocolate Chunk?! The ONLY brownie mix out there, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway. I rolled my eyes, sighed and said "Well, I hope you put him on the deck." And you all know his answer, right? I mean, you could see it coming. But the travesty doesn't end there, oh no. Not in OUR house. He goes on to say "Um...no. But I DID give him a lot of water. And he drank it all. He was very thirsty...." So of course I start thinking about our brand new apartment, with it's brand new carpet...and go into convulsions thinking about the mess that will most definitely be waiting for me upon my return.
And it was. It REALLY was. We opened the door to see not one, but two VERY large piles of brownie batter - doggy style. We pretty much could have scooped it up, put it in a 13 x 9 and had nice warm dog brownies in 40 minutes. Which reminds me, I have a beef with these dogs. Why is it that they can never manage to puke on the kitchen floor? A RUG even?! Why is it ALWAYS the carpet?! Ugh......so poor Brian had to sleep in a room that reeked of brownie puke and carpet cleaner. He probably couldn't have left quicker.
I was THIS CLOSE to shipping the mutt to Utah..........where the deer and the antelope play. Yet there he sits....licking the carpet.....
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Congrats! You and Bear have won the NaBloPoMo Best Dog-Related Post contest prize of 1 # gourmet dog treats *and some people treats too!
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Congrats again!! Get that dog some brownies!!
Ohh... GROSS! but Congratulations! I hope the treats are worth the umm... treats.
I'll never forget when we were visiting friends at Thanksgiving. She happened to work at See's candy and had created a Christmas gift stash in her spare room. My beagle discovered it and well, you know the rest. Hilarious story, but I feel the pain. Really. I do.
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