Things were anything but calm around my house today. My roommate Allison came home to find the aftermath of my dog’s food-related rampage. She went hog wild. Or should I say…dog wild. First, she managed to reach a to-go container full of food that was sitting on the counter. Then, she figured out how to open the container despite her lack of opposable thumbs. Baffling, I know.
Allison sent me this photo. I was slightly offended by the message attached to it: “Did you do this?”
But that’s not all. Last night, Allison had set a ramekin of green beans on the table for me. Yes, she was making me eat my vegetables. What a drag, right?! Well, somehow I missed that memo, but my dog did not. In her effort to scarf them down, she knocked my beloved ramekin to the ground, leaving shards of glass all over the floor. But don’t worry, she was able to pick out every last bit of food without scratching her nimble little paws.
Oh good, I’m not the only one who breaks these things.
When I came home, there was no question of her guilt. Before I even gave her the “you’re in trouble” voice, she cowered in fear. I felt just like a dad whose kids were waiting for their punishment that mom was too weak to hand out. After I told her to come, she scooted over to me at a rate of approximately .35 MPH with her head lowered and eyes squinted. Allison and I tried to hide our laughter, but it was just too funny. After her long journey, I calmly told her she had been bad and grounded her for a week. That’ll teach her.
How can you not laugh at this?
Thank goodness she wasn’t able to reach a bowl of frosting that was sitting next to the to-go container. I have no doubt she tried.
I should’ve seen this coming. On two separate, recent occasions, I’ve come home to find unscathed Twizzlers strewn about my bedroom floor.* Actually eating the food was clearly the next step.
Author’s Note: I don’t normally keep refrigeration-necessary food sitting out all willy-nilly. I had taken a few things out of the fridge this morning to reach more important food and forgot to put them back before I left the house. As for the green beans, I’ve theorized that my subconscious tricked me into leaving them out so that the dog would eat them and I wouldn’t have to. Brilliant, right?! Kids? Hello?! Are you kidding me? There aren’t any kids out there to back me up? Whatever.
*I did not eat said Twizzlers. But I was tempted.
Love the story and crime scene photos. Your roommate’s a good sport. I’m surprised she didn’t do a chalk outline of the food that had been in the container.
Bored animals + unguarded food = free-for-all. It’s like a 5-yr-old girl with a bag of make-up that got left “out” and the resulting pageant queen and tri-colored carpeting.
“I couldn’t help myself, Mama,” is what Bella was saying. And she really couldn’t!
Hilarious! You’ve got to love when pets know they’ve done something wrong so they just sulk about, waiting for the impending grounding.
She is super cute, it’s hard to be mad at a face like that.
You’re lucky the dog didn’t eat your asparagus. Talk about some smelly dog pee.
My dog has been put on a green bean diet by the vet. We were told to cut her dogfood rations in half, and replace the missing half with green beans. She has actually lost some weight, so I’m thinking about trying the diet myself (though I don’t know how green beans wwill taste in vodka).
Can your dog read? Maybe he couldn’t read your name on the package?
Hahahaha! Look at her hiding. So cute.
Score one for the dog!
at least your dog ate vegetables… that’s healthy- and you can’t scold your fur kid for eating vegetables. Our dog ate a chocolate cake off the counter once. She forgot to read the part where it said dogs shouldn’t eat chocolate….she was OK though. We don’t leave butter out of the fridge because my cats lick it.
Your dog was just opportunistic…
The things we do for love of our pets.