I am having the burger tonight that my dog stole from me on Sunday night.

That'll teach him. Yeah, he so counter-surfed and ate the burgers my husband grilled, dressed, and had on a plate ready to go for the both of us. We only had 2 of the burgers because they were specialty burgers (bought from a butcher). Mine-portobello/gouda. My husband's-swiss steak. Hank grabbed and ate both of them, and we ate sandwiches. Soooo, tonight, after I went back to butcher and bought the same burgers, we are eating our damn burgers.

b/c I was thinking this was going to be bodily function thread x(

I loved the swiss cheese and mushroom burgers from our butcher! (When I could eat cheese :cry:)

No cheese anymore? That one would be the toughest for me. Cheese is my weakness.

I'm in hell.

:hug:

Actually, I should clarify. He left a 1/2 burger out of the 2 burgers. My husband cut mine in half, and Hank ran out of time to get to that last 1/2. Asshole.

:P

:rofl:

:D

RL

:rofl:
When I was a kid, my parents made the mistake of leaving dinner leftovers on the table while we went to get ice cream. When we got back, there was no trace of the chicken anywhere; and our dog had a very guilty look on her face.

Funny thing was, a month or so later we were vacuuming under the sofa cushions and found all the bones. She buried every one...

if he sets his mind to it. Dogs are sneaky that way. See, cats get a bad rap for only being nice to you when they want something. The secret is...dogs do it too. He'll pull those "eyes" out of nowhere while you eat...if he doesn't steal 'em first. :rofl:

I would assume that the theft was my dog's way of saying, "Yeah, mama, your hips don't need any of that."
Dogs can be serious assholes.

:shrug:

:shrug:

Everyone from the top on down is being ridiculous.

:9

And I'm trapped in my driveway by the worker men so it's hell.

sigh, I am having a banana

Repeat until dog learns the lesson.

:woohoo::woohoo:

A couple of years ago I was peacefully reading a book on the Metro when my phone rang. It was my husband. He explained that there was a problem concerning dinner and would I stop off and pick something up. I asked what had happened since I knew he had taken some chicken breasts out of the freezer and planned to bake them. Apparently he had indeed baked the chicken and for some unknown reason left it on the counter unattended for a few minutes to answer nature's call, as it were. When he returned, he found our greyhound bitch standing up on the counter snarfing down the last piece of the chicken. He yelled at her to get down, which she did, and then she spent the rest of the night sulking because he had yelled at her. When he finally relented and called her over to the couch for ear scritches, her tail wagging probably set off earthquake alarms in Juneau. We did indeed have chicken for dinner that night, just chicken from Boston Market.