Claire
Master Chef
First of all, by mutual agreement, I stopped the line about my problems with my shelter dog. In fact, we kept her and using both advice from people here and from people who answered a local column I write, we trained her. I won't say she's perfect, but she is a great pet and lovely and loving companion. I know that all pet training is really human training. If you don't work at it, it will not work. I don't think I could have kept Rosebud if I'd lived near my family when I had 6 nieces & nephews under 10 years old and 3 friends over 75, some in wheelchairs.
But, to move on to an amusing note, both my column and my emails to friends I mentioned that I'd been working on frying a pound of bacon, hoping to use it for a week's worth of bacon. BLTs to start.
Went into the kitchen, and bacon .... gone. Now I know Rosebud can jump 4' easily, so who's the idiot here. We called in a pizza and laughed (after severely reprimanding her and tossing her out the door for a few minutes!)
Then I remembered a weird one. WF, our first dog, was only 7 or so months old and I fixed and Indian dinner. There was snow, which she wasn't familiar with (we'd just moved from Hawaii to Virginia), and I thought I'd be safe by putting the wok with a quart of oil in a snowbank. Oh, lord. That little doggie ate a quart of cooking oil. Trust me, the results were not pretty.
Whenever, like this morning, my husband gets upset about these things, I remind him of WF and the wok full of oil. Who'd have thunk that an 8 lb dog could drink a quart plus of oil?
But, to move on to an amusing note, both my column and my emails to friends I mentioned that I'd been working on frying a pound of bacon, hoping to use it for a week's worth of bacon. BLTs to start.
Went into the kitchen, and bacon .... gone. Now I know Rosebud can jump 4' easily, so who's the idiot here. We called in a pizza and laughed (after severely reprimanding her and tossing her out the door for a few minutes!)
Then I remembered a weird one. WF, our first dog, was only 7 or so months old and I fixed and Indian dinner. There was snow, which she wasn't familiar with (we'd just moved from Hawaii to Virginia), and I thought I'd be safe by putting the wok with a quart of oil in a snowbank. Oh, lord. That little doggie ate a quart of cooking oil. Trust me, the results were not pretty.
Whenever, like this morning, my husband gets upset about these things, I remind him of WF and the wok full of oil. Who'd have thunk that an 8 lb dog could drink a quart plus of oil?