tviss711
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One of our dogs, Scout (aka Scooty Toot) is a baffling mix of Rottweiler, Pit Bull, Australian shepherd, Husky and Malamute (her only trait from these breeds is her chattiness. She has something to say about EVERYTHING).
Her list of crimes include: counter surfing, and eating the muffin tops (yes, just the tops!!) off of my fresh baked muffins and blaming it on the kids, eating a whole entire pizza off the oven (part of the cardboard box included), stealing and opening a family size bag of tortilla chips and getting them all over a high pile rug,
eating copious amounts of cat poop (we don’t even have a cat - it’s from the feral cats that roam the neighborhood), and then throwing it all up on the carpet at 3am (that was the most wretched smell I’ve ever smelled).
But her magnum opus?
While we were out to dinner once, she had stolen an entire sleeve of bagels. Not impressive yet, I know. We got home, and nothing was amiss. We sat down to watch tv on the couch. We couldn’t find the remote, so I stuck my hand between the couch cushions to search for it. I was not prepared for my fingers to meet a wet squishy lump. When I regained the courage to figure out what it was, I pulled out the mysterious and disgusting lump. It was a chewed up bagel. Out of curiosity, I reached my hand into the next crevice of the couch, and sure enough, another disgusting slobber bagel special. Rinse and repeat, 5 bagels later, and Scout knew she had been had. She never looked more guilty in her life. We tried to scold her but we were laughing so hard it was difficult to do so in the moment lol. You have to hand it to her for the innovation.
Yes, we do have a barrier to the kitchen now when we leave, which is just a baby gate she is terrified of but could absolutely jump over if she was willing to get within 5 feet of the thing (which she is not). Believe it or not, she rarely would get into the kitchen when we would leave, it only happened once in a blue moon. But I didn’t want anymore nasty half chewed food being squirreled away between the couch cushions, so she is now banished from the kitchen!
The menace:
Her list of crimes include: counter surfing, and eating the muffin tops (yes, just the tops!!) off of my fresh baked muffins and blaming it on the kids, eating a whole entire pizza off the oven (part of the cardboard box included), stealing and opening a family size bag of tortilla chips and getting them all over a high pile rug,
eating copious amounts of cat poop (we don’t even have a cat - it’s from the feral cats that roam the neighborhood), and then throwing it all up on the carpet at 3am (that was the most wretched smell I’ve ever smelled).
But her magnum opus?
While we were out to dinner once, she had stolen an entire sleeve of bagels. Not impressive yet, I know. We got home, and nothing was amiss. We sat down to watch tv on the couch. We couldn’t find the remote, so I stuck my hand between the couch cushions to search for it. I was not prepared for my fingers to meet a wet squishy lump. When I regained the courage to figure out what it was, I pulled out the mysterious and disgusting lump. It was a chewed up bagel. Out of curiosity, I reached my hand into the next crevice of the couch, and sure enough, another disgusting slobber bagel special. Rinse and repeat, 5 bagels later, and Scout knew she had been had. She never looked more guilty in her life. We tried to scold her but we were laughing so hard it was difficult to do so in the moment lol. You have to hand it to her for the innovation.
Yes, we do have a barrier to the kitchen now when we leave, which is just a baby gate she is terrified of but could absolutely jump over if she was willing to get within 5 feet of the thing (which she is not). Believe it or not, she rarely would get into the kitchen when we would leave, it only happened once in a blue moon. But I didn’t want anymore nasty half chewed food being squirreled away between the couch cushions, so she is now banished from the kitchen!
The menace:
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