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Take one short-haird 20 lb dog... (No, just joking)
We have five dogs - three large and two small. One of the large and one of the small are young - just over two years now. The rest are older and aren't a problem.
Of the younger ones, one is a cross between a hound and a boxer (we think - got him from a shelter, so we're not really sure). He loves to stand on his rear legs and can get into anything. The other is his cohort, his partner-in-crime, our small little emergency backup dog, a Shih-Tzu.
Try to imagine cooking in an environment where you can't leave the counter with food on it unattended, even for a minute. You can't go to the bathroom, turn on the gas grill, answer a question from your son, anything that means leaving the kitchen before putting all food out of reach (putting it on top of the fridge, inside the cold oven, on top of the shelves, anything at least six feet high).
Not only that, but once you serve it, everything that didn't go in the first round has to be in a heavy lidded pot or on top of the fridge, or somewhere out of reach.
Last night, feeling a bit lazy, we ordered a pizza. I don't like to eat a lot of pizza, but this type is good, and I had two slices, my wife had two, my son had one, and my wife closed the box tight and left it on the stove top.
Not five minutes later she asked if I had opened the box. I said no, as I hadn't been in the room since she closed it. My son was upstairs, so the was only one culprit - I look in the living room (it's an open connecting space) and there is Coco (the hound/boxer) who has dragged out the whole remaining large pizza, wax paper and all, and was munching out in front of the TV.
I have had fish disappear on me, whole tubs of grated Romano, even sticks of butter. Nothing is excluded.
On one famous afternoon, I bought a pack of sausages that I was going to use, they were still in their store packaging. I had them on the counter. Went to do something for a second, came back, couldn't find the sausages. I did, however, find an empty packing shell in the living room. Coco had stolen the whole thing of sausages and scarfed them down. So, needing something for dinner, my wife picked up one of those hot roasted whole chickens from the store on her way home. When she got home, she put it on the counter - big mistake. 10 minutes later, the chicken is missing and Coco and his Shih-tzu cohort Teddy are having a picnic on the lawn with a whole roasted chicken.
Having blown two dinners already - sausage, and then the chicken - and still not having anything to eat we ordered a pizza. And we got to eat most of it, but the two slices not yet eaten magically disappeared. Guess how.
I swear, I go through this every night I cook. When I prep, cook, let things cool, hold things for seconds - they all get shoved in out of the way places like on top of the fridge or on top of the hutch. You'd think whoever lived here was a 9 ft tall cook, based on where things are set aside.
Oh, and my set of wooden spoons that I've used for years? All gone. Something can be bubbling in the pot on the stove with a wooden spoon to stir it next to it, and next thing we know, it's a chew toy for the dogs. I reordered a set and I only have one left of that, and will have to order yet Another set. Other types of spoons are no less immune, but I personally prefer wooden, yet they've done it with the vinyl ones too.
Because of the house configuration, it's not easy to keep him out of the kitchen.
(sigh)
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