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Originally Posted by MikeB
Back in 1983, while having our house built, I moved in with my parents while waiting on build completion. At that time, we had a cat, and a Yorkshire terrier.
The Yorkie thought he was a cat too.
So, one day, my Mom put a frozen pork roast on the counter to defrost, and she left for work. When she got home, the pork roast was found on the floor,
with a good 50% of it chewed off. It was not cat claw/teeth marks either.
Damn Yorkie had jumped up on the counter.
I think we had take-out pizza that day.
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My mom would dog sit Bandit and he was notorious for getting stuff off the counter so she put a roast in the microwave to thaw one day. The microwave had a handle you pushed down to open the door. She thought she was losing her mind and swore she had a roast thawing, not a trace was left. Wasn't until weeks later she caught him opening and closing the microwave to check for food.
Shed leave frozen Brussel sprouts in the microwave for him... He'd leave those on the counter.