She looks cute, sweet, cuddly, adorable and Innocent doesn't she? But, in reality she is a thief and a glutton.
I got home this afternoon to find my brisket on the floor with bites out of it and the meat wrapper torn up and strewn about the kitchen floor. The floor needed to be mopped anyway (what with all the rain we've been having and the muddy paw prints). How did a small 30 pound dog get the meat off the counter with no chair or stool near by? That's what I'd like to know.
I know you all want to know if I washed it off and cooked it to eat anyway.
Yes, I did.