I finally got myself geared up for holiday baking

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desertjean

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Injury, illness and puppy delays were finally under control, and I was ready. I had my list, checked it twice, and was ready, I tell you. Packages were going out tomorrow and fresh from the yoda-kitchen goodies would be included.

I set a pound of butter on the counter to soften at 7:30 Sunday morning, then Hubby and I headed off for breakfast and the final gift for SS. One platter of cinnamon roll french toast (I have got to figure out how they make it, it's TDF) and 200 pounds of gym equipment later we were headed home.

The cell phone rang. It was SS, home and laughing. Seems that our 2 Great Danes had broken into the kitchen (thank god the puppy was in her crate) and eaten two boxes of saltines, a loaf of bread and whatever else they could find. "What about the butter?" "What butter?" The only sign there had been butter was a small piece of paper stuck to a cabinet. Don't worry, by last evening we knew which one had eaten the butter.

And no, I didn't do any baking. I was busy cleaning. And scooping. And cleaning. So if all you get is a a box of stale Nilla Wafers from me, don't be surprised. Wait, strike the wafers. They got those, too. Sigh.

Did I mention the frozen white stuff is only 4 miles away and heading fast for us?

 
Jean, I know only too well about the "Oh boy, dad left butter on the counter again...

puppy alert system." Just take those stale Nilla wafers, spread some peanut butter on them, dip them in chocolate, and everyone will be impressed at the expert "store bought-like" uniformity in your holiday baking.

 
Mine got a pan of caramel last night that I forgot

to hide in the oven. I found it stuck to the carpet today, but I just pulled it off and threw it directly into the trash. I got off pretty easy considering they didn't eat it, or the aluminum foil! Don't you just love those beasts!

 
I'd rather they get into the raw ingredients than eat the finished product. Doesn't

make me want to cry quite so much. I'm lucky right now-my young dog, though plenty tall to do it is not a counter surfer (although I do have to watch the trash can) and my old dog can't stand up on his back legs anymore.

 
Yup. Many years ago my Doberman totally abandoned his good

training and snatched a pot roast I had just set on the table when I turned my back to retrieve the side dishes from the kitchen. *sigh*

 
My doberman ate the foil off the BBQ grill that was left after I grilled some shrimp. He...

...pooped little shiny Christmas ornaments for two days.

Michael

 
Mine was part Doberman. Once I had roasted a chicken just right...

I swear it was cooked to a turn--the skin was crispy and the gravy came out great. We were eating in front of the TV and when I went back to the kitchen for seconds there was no bird, and no dog. I stepped outside and only the herb bouquet that had been in the chicken's cavity was sitting on the back step.

I slammed the door shut and that dog spent the night outside.

 
Richard, can your precious fellas reach the counter?? tell me they can't. my little one

is about their size, maybe a bit bigger and she hasn't discovered this talent----yet.

 
Mine was my sweet rottweiler, Osa, who could clean a platter so sparkely that my housekeeper

put it away (we were living in Africa and had "staff"). The tell-tale grease down the cabinet was the only evidence of the chicken carcass purloined and enjoyed outside the kitchen porch.

 
LOL!! Chicken? You got off

cheap! My Woofus, part pit and hot dog mix, managed to drag down and devour a Styrofoam plate of raw, cubed New Zealand leg of lamb from my kitchen counter. His adrenalin must have kicked in as his chassis is low to the ground like my Mustang.

He doesn't always have discriminating taste though... One time I was walking him and I blinked. Big mistake. He was making some strange noises so I turned to look at him and low and behold there was a mouse tail hanging out the end of his mouth! My neighbor's dog bisquits could not tempt this fine kill out of his snatch!

Uh, yes, he ate THE WHOLE THING like a snake!!

 
I can remember an incident with my Doberman as well. I had spent

the day cookie baking and had the last batch of aunt emmas on the table cooling (they are a shortbread type with cherries in them). Got called away to go pick up my daughter and left my hubby and son in the basement not supervising the dog. On the way home the car broke down so had to have my husband come and tow me to the repair shop. Finally got home a couple of hours later and "my baby" had eaten almost all the cookies and then proceeded to leave piles of chery puke all through the house, up the stairs and all the way down the upstairs hall. Needless to say I had a drink when it was all cleaned up.

 
I'm just giggling away here reading these posts.

When we lived in Europe, our kitchen had counters that were somewhat lower than American ones and our English cocker spaniel (Pickwick) discovered that he could reach food left on the counter. Once I baked a pumpkin spice cake for a bake sale and left it unsupervised on the counter. He ate half of it before I found him, icing all over his muzzle.

Another time I was upstairs and heard a huge crash in the kitchen. I ran downstairs and Pickwick was standing in the middle of the floor, surrounded by broken china. (The kitchen floor was really hard tile that would break Tupperware if you dropped it.) My mom had cooked a pot roast and left it on a china platter, pushed way to the back of the counter. Somehow the dog had dragged it off the counter and it fell on the floor, breaking the platter into a million pieces. Pickwick was so busted. I still laugh thinking about his expression--he looked so guilty. He didn't even get to eat any of the pot roast for his trouble.

 
NFR My friend had a dobie that was very naughty. Every time she left her alone

Rhana would circle the house and pull up all of her plants -- especially the gardenias. Nothing was safe.

 
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