Tonight we had a roast for dinner. A big roast. Enough roast for both of us to eat tonight and take for lunch for two days. It was a beautiful roast. Chris cooked it with carrots and potatoes and celery, basted it with luuuve, and then sliced it up for dinner. We fixed our plates and went to eat in the basement (where we eat like animals while we watch Everybody Loves Raymond).
About a half hour later, I take my plate upstairs and there is the plate with the sliced roast – but its empty. Nothing’s there.
Empty roast plate
I come back downstairs, laughing.
“Oh my gosh, Chris. Were you hungry, honey?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you ate that whole roast.”
“What roast?”
“That 5 pound roast that was on the counter.”
“I didn’t eat that. I had two little slices.”
Silence.
So we kind of exchange looks like we’re crazy and the go back up to the kitchen together to investigate. And this is what we find:
Bad Molly
Our 70 pound lab ate a 5 pound roast. And then she got her hiney spanked.
5 Comments
September 8, 2008 at 7:59 am
[...] This past week we have been dealing with Molly’s incredibly upset stomach. Due to an unfortunate incident involving a 5 pound roast, Molly has proven that what goes in must surely come out. And she doesn’t really care WHERE [...]
September 4, 2008 at 9:37 pm
My Fiancee and I feel for Chris’ loss (which was one dog’s gain). No one should have to eat taters without meat. No one.
September 4, 2008 at 12:23 pm
What a little varmant!
September 4, 2008 at 11:41 am
My lunch would be SOOO much better right now if I had that roast. I’m stuck eating potatoes, carrots, and celery….damn dog!!
September 4, 2008 at 8:10 am
haha WOW that is a lot of roast for a dog to scarf down! You know after you spanked her she was thinking “totally worth it”
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