I grew up with a very spoiled, very naughty dachshund. The kitchen had a large opening to a buffet board in the den. Somebody pushed a chair too close to the buffet board. Mom left a big pot of sloppy joes spaghetti mix out in an open pot on the stove on slow simmer. We ran to the store for something for dinner, and we came back to find the spaghetti mix had cooked down to about half the level we left it. Then we noticed little orange dog paw prints all over the floor. The darn dog had put both front paws into the pot and feasted away until he heard us drive in. The dog noticed us noticing the paw prints and pot. He panicked and ran to hide. He was sure he would be spanked. He went to his bed to hide. We looked and his belly was swollen with the spaghetti sauce. He looked scared and sooo guilty. Mom & I just laughed it off, enjoying the irony of his invention. Mom said she had noticed other meals had cooked down like that before. Ewww... Mom just put the remaining spaghetti sauce in the freezer & doled it out to the sneaky dog for part of his dinner for the next week or so. The dog was amazed and grateful. Darn dog. We moved the chair, & Mom always put a lid on anything cooking after that. He would get into leftover beer also if someone left it out, obviously drawing on his German heritage. I miss that dog.

How can they steal what already belongs to them?

I had a cat who loved bread. We always had to keep bread in a closed cupboard, because she would chew right through the bag to get to it.

She wanted my chips, and that's exactly what she got. (Rats don't say "please"). D9EecXiU8A...57bf2d.jpg