...unless you're eating my shoes, bra, underware, trash, cookies off the counter, and my newest favorite - left over spaghetti sauce.
I'm starting to wonder if my one-and-a-half-year-old is in his doggie "terrible two's".
Like a good employee and friend I bought a tub of frozen cookie dough from my boss's daughter Alexis. So I got in a cookie baking kick. No worries! One night I baked 12 cookies; Chris and I split half of them and I left the other half on the counter on a plate.
The next thing I know I'm hearing the plate moving around on the counter in a dog-tongue-licking motion. I run to the kitchen and sure enough, Blue's eaten ALL 6 cookies left. But the cookies were on a salad plate, in the kitchen toward the back of the counter closest to the wall. And there he stood. My beautiful blue weimarainer. Licking his chops, crumbs stuck to his nose. And do you know what he said to me? "But mama, I thought you made those for ME!" I smelled Ace's breath and then Blue and sure enough, the baby ate them all.
Last night I made a big 'ole pot of spaghetti. We had leftover sauce which generally I just freeze, but first I have to let it cool off. Once again, I hear a container moving around on the counter. No quicker could I run to the kitchen did I hear a splat! Tomato sauce, mushrooms, and sausage - splattered all over my kitchen.
I thank God we have a maid coming over Sunday to come take a look and see what she'll charge. I'll only need (and can barely afford) her once a month, but these dogs are much messier than I ever imagined!
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