When we first got our house, the designer recommended a dry and wet kitchen with a door separating them. I thought why? why? why? it would only add to the expense of the renovation. But he said it would be an entire theme...glass windows within and without. So we agreed seeing as neither hubby nor myself have an artistic flair (that's right! not one iota anywhere in our bodies)
In the early years of our move in, way before we had any of our "babies", i never understood the need for two different types of kitchens. Now i think i could lurve my designer to death!! Thanks to his foresight or need to earn more of my moolah - the door between the two kitchens have been a godsend.
Since the arrival of Sir wolfie - we have to be on our guard with food left on the table. The cheeky git has a tendency to stand on his hind legs and reach for the food using whatever means necessary to achieve his mission. you have to give him credit for creative thought. He once pull the cloth upon which a plate with chicken liver sat on till it was near the edge of the counter and promptly gobbled everything up except the plate. Thus far (touchwood) he has not broken anything yet.
Another time, we were all watching TV in the living room when i realised that it had gone absolutely too quiet for comfort! then counting my pooches .... one...two...where was number three? So i went round the house to investigate the missing pooch (feeling as though i have a real mystery to solve) moving around stealthy like, turning slowly into corners. When i rounded the last corner to my kitchen, i peeked and spied my third pooch rummaging through a ripped garbage bag (nose deep in its contents and completely oblivious to my stealth approach - which isn't too stealthy considering that every bone in my body creaks as i move)
I was more than a little annoyed at his behaviour as i have reminded them all the time (that they've been caught) by gentle persuasion or tough discipline or ingeniuos bribery NOT to eat from the bin!! So i thought i'd drive the lesson home for poochie no. 3.
He was really content and totally absorbed in his mission to find snacks - so i snuck up behind him with my little water cannister (the same one i usually use to diffuse any high tension situation) and when within distance i shot a spray up his bum and screamed "Gotcha!"
I have never seen a dog jump so high - for a moment i thought i might have caused the first doggie heart attack in the world! he totally freaked with the wet spray on his bum and the loud shriek! he huddled into the corner of the kitchen cabinets and looked on - still a bit dazed from the shock - That's when i told him in my very calm voice "No eating from the Bin" and walked away. I went back to the living room and wait for the guilty to arrive and eventually he did. And boy! I have never seen remorse done better by anything or anyone! He came over, head low and eyes looking up to lick my hand. That's when i took his head in my hands, looked him straight in the eye and laughed!!
So you would have thought that it would driven the lesson home! It did for a couple of weeks and then he was back at his old tricks. So now i have to keep that godsend of a door closed whenever there is food about! Sometimes i forget and he gets some munchies from the bin or the countertop. Which brings me to the point of this particular post. After the walk this morning, hubby took the butter out of the fridge intending to defrost it a bit to have toast and in the interim he was going to have his morning shower. So off he went to get ready for work and i remember that i needed something from the rooms below so off i went to retrieve it.
On my way back up, i could hear rustling and the tot that one of the pooches was up to no good did cross my mind...so i hurried up the stairs to find Wolfie had torn into the garbage bag yet again and was furious so i slapped him on the rump for good measure and gave him a good yelling to and then proceeded to clean up the mess.
Just when i was about the get the toast ready for hubby i looked for the butter that he had laid out to soften and it was gone. Half a slab of butter disappeared! It would only have been wolfie! I didn't know to be angry or worried! half a slab of butter!! What would it do to his insides?! Anyway worry i did but eventually i tot the following:
1) if he got the runs from it then that'll teach him never to eat half a slab of butter or whatever
2) butter is supposed to be good for the doggies' coat of fur...so he'll be pretty shiny for the rest of the year
3) On account of him being shiny for the rest of the year - we could rent him out to the solar people so electricity is generated in an environmentally friendly way!
So this is the official announcement that Wolfie is my environmentally friendly dog who still likes rummaging through bins and garbage bags and enjoys a true adventure/mission of stealing food from the hand that feeds him!
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