The weekend after St. Paddy's day, Lad went to a parade with Finn and was gone most of the day. When he came home, I was in the study. Coach was picking up Reg at basketball. Curly and Coach and I had just eaten dinner. The weather was beautiful, so Coach grilled burgers. Mini was hanging out with a friend, but was eating at home later.
I pointed out to Lad that he hadn't done laundry in two weeks and he needed to get it DONE. He ran upstairs to start his laundry.
When he came downstairs, he asked: DID DAD COME HOME WITH REG?
Me: NO, WHY?
Lad: WHO PUT THE EXTRA BURGERS AWAY?
Me: HUH? NO ONE. THEY'RE ON A PLATE ON THE ISLAND.
Lad: THEY AREN'T HERE.
Something clicked in my brain. I froze.
Me: FINN ATE THEM. LAD, HE MUST'VE EATEN THE BURGERS.
That dog ate our dinner. There were about 12 burgers waiting to be eaten, or put in the fridge as leftovers. I made Lad call his father to share the news with him. Mini came home next. Her mouth was an O shape for awhile.
Mini: OMG - DAD TEXTED ME A PICTURE OF THE BURGERS WHILE I WAS WITH MY FRIEND. HE WAS SO EXCITED THAT HE'D GRILLED FOR DINNER. (* we don't eat burgers until it isn't below zero out and it's always a celebration for our offspring when burgers are on the menu again)
I called Coach a minute later. JUST GET REG A CULVER'S BURGER ON YOUR WAY HOME. MINI DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING. (she didn't want to add to his frustration by requiring a takeout burger).
That dog. THAT DOG!
I mean he did tolerate THIS. (6 SECOND VIDEO)
Remember when I mentioned that Finn interfered with my sleep recently. Details:
* Ingesting a squeaker. Finn ate a squeaker out of his toy one night. Coach was out of town. Lad sort of shrugged it off. Claimed he googled it. I went to bed and googled it myself as I was getting ready for bed. I rushed downstairs: WHAT DID YOU READ? BECAUSE I'M READING THAT YOU HAVE 2 HOURS BEFORE IT HITS HIS INTENSTINES AND IT CAN END BADLY. Lad called the ER, took him there to have his stomach pumped. I went to sleep but woke up in the middle of the night for awhile worried. He was fine. I have begged Lad to toss out the cheap-ass toys. I think he finally did.
* Introducing a new crate/cage. Lad bought Finn a new cage that all of the Shenanigans could fit in if we ever felt like creating our own escape room. Don't worry, I don't think that'll happen, but enjoy the visual of all the Shenanigans in Finn's large-ass cage. Just saying Hu-UGE. I don't think Finn likes it, preferred the cozy feeling of the smaller crate. Or, he has just figured out that if he whines and barks like the house is under attack, by killer yip-yip dogs or something, someone will let him out, even though his owner manages to sleep through these early morning freak outs. I've woken up EARLY a handful of times due to this unpleasant issue.
Someone appears to be overstaying his welcome. What has your pet eaten? Does your dog prefer a small crate? Anyone know of a decently priced condo for sale in the Chicago burbs? wink, wink.