last night my husband cooked a whole chicken on the grill. we ate a little bit then my husband sat there and painstakenly pulled every morsel of chicken off the bones. He was so excited, "this was so cheap and I can pack lunches for a week!" After this he ran outside to put some burnt brownies in the compost and I ran to the restroom. I emerged at the same time as my husband to find Otis on the counter, he had ate the ENTIRE bowl of chicken. I thought my husband was going to cry. He burnt the brownies he was looking forward too and lost all of the chicken he spent so much time marinating and grilling. I kinda thought it was funny
That chicken would have gotten tiresome by Wednesday and those brownies will just make him fat. Tell your hubby that the dog did him a favor so now he can just have a variety of foods for lunch and have some healthy fruit for desert. Seriously though, I hope the dog's tummy is ok. Mine would have had gas all night from all that chicken.
i still can't find the humor in having a dog that counter surfs. must be a genetic defect on my part. i didn't like having Amber steal my freshly baked bread or the entire package of pork ribs that were suposed to be for dinner.