Bad Dog

Ever since that cake tin eating incident back in December, it's as if Lady has discovered this entire new world of food and fun that can only take place when she's left alone. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around a dog's behavior changing so drastically, in the middle of adulthood. For the past four years, food has been perfectly safe on the counter. Of course you'd never have to worry about Lucky. Why just the thought of such an offense would make him shrink in shame. This is what the face of innocence looks like:

But even Lady, who admittedly has a rascally side to her personality, has never bothered food left on the counter. Entire cakes or pies, steaks thawing...anything could be left on the counter. Garbage sack in the corner waiting to be taken to the garage? No problem. That was then.

This is now.

Yes, she has even figured out how to open the cabinet door to get the trash can out from under the sink! It strikes me that the door knobs look like a pair of crazed eyes, nervously watching out for the furry intruder. Now whenever Lady is left alone, there's an entire process to go through of making sure the doors are secured, trash put up, and all food secured. But still, she figures out a way to wreak havoc.

When I left for the gym at 8 am, this butter dish had a lid.

That's before it went crashing to the tile floor and shattered into a zillion pieces.

Butter???? Thank goodness no one was hurt.

Ugh. Guess it's time to retrieve the crate from the garage. What a bummer.