Good morning everyone!
Kayla and Mark were kind enough to make dinner for me Sunday night. In our family, we have two types of spaghetti – plain spaghetti, which translates as “spaghetti with the Ragu Traditional Sauce heated up straight from the bottle,” and spaghetti with the good sauce, which translates as “spaghetti with a sauce comprised of sauteed ground beef, mushrooms and onions with [you guessed it] Ragu Traditional Sauce poured over all ingredients and heated up in a pan.” However, while they were waiting for the water to boil, I came in to help by dividing up some ham and turkey we had purchased the day before for freezing, at which time two things happened – Mandy and Darwin invaded the kitchen (not for the first time that evening) and Kayla found a spare camera lying around to use for pictures. So, courtesy of Kayla, we managed to get photographic evidence.
In any photographic session done by almost anyone’s child, the first photo is the obligatory “candid” shot of at least one of their parents. Apparently, a child’s definition of “candid” can be loosely translated as “less than flattering”. This photo session is no exception, as I was in my pajamas facing away from the camera when Kayla started snapping.
Mandy always begins a kitchen invasion in the same manner – she selects the spot nearest to the person working on food and slides in between that person and the bottom of the kitchen cabinets. She is quite adept at it, really. There are some days she gets in place without my even noticing until I almost trip over her.
Darwin, on the other hand, simply walks into the kitchen and wanders around. Unfortunately, the kitchen does not leave much room for a dog almost the size of a small pony. For those of you wondering, Tyra has no need to enter the kitchen; she is content to leave clean up crew to the other two dogs, secure in the knowledge that if anything is going to be handed out on a systematic basis, she will get first cut as well as an equal share. FN.
Once both dogs are in the kitchen, free space is at a premium. Darwin, at least, will move to accomodate humans who need to travel to the refrigerator, stove or sink, but Mandy loves to park herself in one spot. Her favorite spot is in the center of the kitchen, sprawled out to take up the maximum amount of available floor. She simply refuses to budge, even as she sees your feet approaching. Apparently, she believes it is my responsibility to watch out for her, not her responsibility to utilize the good sense I am sure she has somewhere to avoid being tripped over.
Here, Mandy feels that the ham is tantalizingly too close, and the humans too near for her to begin scavenging method number 2, which is just grazing the counters on her own, so she tried the cute approach.
Still, scavenging/begging is hard work, and even the most dedicated dog has to stop and rest sometime!
And now, gentle reader, so must I.
Have a great day everyone!
FN. Does anyone else who keeps dogs in the house feel exceedingly weird when you go over to someone else’s house and you drop food – and you have to reach down and pick the food up yourself?