And We have Dogs Why?

We are enjoying our London broil when the biggest of our dogs scratches at the back door. I ask our eldest to let the dog in the house. A few seconds later we hear the unmistakable sound of cutlery sliding around the island in the kitchen. My spouse runs into the kitchen and starts screaming for help.

Our dog had climbed his front paws onto the island and swiped the remainder of the London broil.

As I jump into my defensive position at the other doorway to the kitchen, he comes running up, lips stretched over his loot. After a little bit of wrestling and a couple of strongly-worded “Release” commands, we got the meat back and banished him to the back yard.

And we have dogs why?


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