While We Were Out...

Our dogs are naughty sometimes, not terribly, and not terribly often, but on occasion they will do something to irritate the living snot out of one of us.

It was my turn the other day. We’d left for a little while, and when we came back, we found wrappers all over the floor. I had mistakenly left my cup of chocolate on the kitchen table. It’s amazing what two terriers under 20 pounds will do. Between the two of them, they had taken all of the chocolate out of the cup, dumped it on the floor, removed the wrappers and eaten it. There were about 10 hershey’s kisses, a half dozen bakers chocolates and one Ghirardelli milk chocolate square. I was extremely irritated, because I didn’t get to eat the last of the chocolate basket I got for my birthday last year, I was now completely devoid of chocolate, and one or both of my dogs was going to potentially be very sick from the consumption of all of that chocolate. They were both banished to the backyard for the entire day until it started raining.

After considering how we found the kitchen, I have to laugh because:
1) In order to get to the cup, they had to climb onto a chair, and then onto the table.
2) The ceramic cup that contained the chocolate was still on the table. They had taken the chocolate out of the cup, and thrown it onto the floor rather than knocking the cup on the floor.
3) The chocolate wrappers (aside from the hershey’s kisses) were found in whole pieces. They un-wrapped the majority of the chocolate, then ate it, leaving the wrappers whole and intact.

48 hours later the dogs were okay, no signs of chocolate poisoning. However, I was starting to wonder just exactly the dogs do while we are gone.

Fast forward to this morning. We went to Target to pick up diapers, wipes, M&M’s, you know, the essentials. We got home to find a dog, laying on the kitchen table. When he saw me, his ears went back, his eyes got big, and he froze. He was frozen with fear. He didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t know what to do, because, frankly, I never thought I’d see my dog, laying on the kitchen table. After a few seconds, the shock wore off, and I kicked him off the table. Weird dog. So, now I’m even more intrigued. What in the world are my dogs thinking? I’m beginning to think all those fantasy kids movies aren’t so far off. What weird things have your pets done while you were out?