Jewel's Bounty

I went in to take a bath at lunch today (work at home), and as soon as I shut off the water and laid back to relax for a few minutes, Jewel our little Silken Windhound starts barking in the kitchen. I holler at her, but every 30 seconds or so she lets out another bark. SIGH.

No relaxing bath today! It's like the same type of bark like when she has the cat trapped in a corner and wants it to come out and play. Or, when she has a really good chewie and is warning everyone off. Actually, it turns out to be something about the size of the cat, and edible so the message in the bark I heard was not too far off.

So, I get out of the tub and notice that all our other dogs (3 borzoi, 1 silken and 3 beagles) are all in the bedroom looking in at me like they're saying with their eyes, "We're staying in HERE, the Jewel's gone psycho!".

I get dressed and come into the kitchen to find:

1) The refrigerator door hanging wide open
2) Jewel standing over a turkey carcass (from a turkey I roasted the other night) in the middle of the kitchen floor, barking at any dog she sees, in any direction. Too busy barking to eat much, but I notice that all the white breast meat is chewed down to the rib cage.

Thankfully she was acting psycho and keeping them all away from the kitchen.....if not, a whole lot of stuff in the fridge would have gone away in the feeding frenzy that would have most likely ensued with everyone. I figure a Beagle yanked open the door and hauled the turkey on the floor, and Miss Jewel took over from there and chased them all away to guard the bounty for herself.

Jewel blissfully slept the rest of the afternoon away, no doubt on a tryptophan high from all the turkey she ate.

Counter Surfing

Last night we made a large batch (13 qt. stockpot) of chicken vegetable soup with potstickers.

About 15 minutes after we were done eating, Catie our smaller borzoi happily comes bouncing into the living room with some treasure in her mouth......a potsticker! Which, the mighty borzoi had obviously hunted down and retrieved from the large stockpot now cooling at the back of the stove.

Butter Up

I love peanut butter cookies. The big, chewy, homemade kind made with real butter. LOVE them, they are the perfect snack any time of day. Since they are sooooo good, I don't make them very often because they never last very long around here.

As it's been several months since I made a batch, I've been meaning to make some for some time. Over the last month, I've taken two sticks of butter out of the freezer and put it on top of the microwave to thaw, three or four times. Later in the day, when I get around to thinking about making cookies, I find Rich has put it back into the refrigerator or freezer. Odd, I think in the back of my head, but he's usually at work and I don't get around to asking him why.

This morning, again I take out two sticks of butter from the freezer. Put on top of microwave to thaw, then go about my day. See photo.

This afternoon......I'm walking through our bedroom and notice first of all that our bed is messed up. Second, there's something on it........something, like a dog would have left........hmmmmmm

Evidence!.
Evidence close up.

Of course EVERYONE is innocent and no one is confessing who is guilty. I have good reason to suspect that it was a borzoi who is responsible for the thievery, but the bounty may have been shared by several. And, the light bulb clicks on in my head where all those many previously missing sticks of butter have gone over the last month or so.