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This story has a point. Really. If I forget the point, please yell at me.
We're in the process of tearing off our old siding. That's not to say that we're replacing it with anything but black plastic. But we're taking off the warped and rotting siding and trim. This is going to consume all of our finances for the next few months, quite possibly years, depending on how we work it.
Once the siding and roof (yes, the roof) are done, I think the Hunny would like to remodel the kitchen. Maybe ten years from now, when we can afford to do something that large again. Until then, I have a rather useless area in my kitchen, where I keep the rolling cart and rotisserie oven. When the Hunny and his family remodeled our last kitchen, he purchased both the cart and the oven. I loved the cart instantly, but it took me awhile to warm up to that oven. Once I did, we moved and I had no place for it, till the Hunny set it on the cart. Which means I can't cut or roll on my cart, but oh well. For now.
In the last remodel, the Hunny hung a shelf with sturdy pot hooks above my cart, since we had a drop ceiling. Until we can remodel, he's talking about another shelf above the rotisserie, which would be nice. Because currently my cookbooks are on top of my fridge. I was pretty proud of that, putting them in baskets and all, seeing how the dining room is tiny and there's no place for shelves. But it sure would be nice to clear off the top of the fridge, especially since it's the first thing you see when walking into the kitchen. So I'm envisioning (envision with me, please) a sturdy shelf for the cookbooks on my useless wall, with hooks for the pots which take up too much cupboard space, and the rotisserie on the cart below. A neater kitchen.
When we use the rolling cart - the boys love to make homemade pizza in the summer and it's a perfect work space - I place the oven on top of my corner cabinet, which was its original home when we moved to Tulsa. I can't wait till the boys are making pizza again! But for now, the oven is out. It was out yesterday, when I rotisseried a chicken. I oiled it, cut rosemary from my garden and shoved pieces of it under the skin all over, coated it with a rosemary garlic seasoning I bought at Sam's awhile back, then set it and forgot it. It was finished about the time I had to leave for my drug testing for my new job, so I set it on a plate on the counter to cool. And left. And came home more than an hour later. To a wonderful roasted chicken smell. And no roasted chicken. Guess what happened. Anyone?
First, let me just say that I'm at the tail end - the dregs - of this rotten cold. And I had a wicked headache when I got up yesterday, but foolishly didn't take Excedrin because of the drug test. So I came home in tremendous pain, only to find the lunch I'd looked forward to all morning was GONE.
See these scoundrels? They look all innocent and pretty in this picture, sure. But they ATE MY ROSEMARY CHICKEN!!!! EVIL EVIL DOGS!!! I. Will. Never. Forgive them.
Not to mention what cooked chicken bones can do to a dog's intestines. That was honestly my first concern as I threw them outside. They stayed out most of the day, but nothing happened. Not tummy upset, not howling or moaning. Not even funny potty. In fact, that rat, Patches, snuck into the kitchen and ate the cat's food before bed. She's the one closest to the camera. Today they seem perfectly normal. The nearest I can figure, the chicken was still freshly cooked enough for the bones to be somewhat pliable. Not yet brittle. And believe me, I did plenty of online searching yesterday to see what I could do.
See? There really was a point to my kitchen remodel blathering. Anyone out there want a couple of thieving, no good, scoundrels?
Until I write again ...
Not me! I've got all I can handle with your tipsy cows! Come visit;)
Our golden retriever, Eve, that has since died, once ate half a pork roast she took right off the table before we could get to her.
This is exactly like the scene in Christmas Story where the Bumpus hounds steal the Christmas ham, sans cursing and hound-shaped holes in your screen door.
As anyone who has watched the movie can tell you, there's nothing one can do about it but go get Chinese takeout. I hope Mr. Hunny accomodated.
I want them! But I can't have them. :( I've got no room and no patience for all that hair.
Bumpuses!!! Have you tried shooting at them? :P
Wow, your dogs must have been powerfully hungry, huh?
I can't trust food around my dog. If you leave something on the table, it's gone in 3 seconds.
My dogs would get so many demerits if they pulled those shenanigans! Of course, they would have been unable to reach the chicken!
Glad there were no dreadful repercussions though.
My rotisserie lives in the corner of the pantry floor... we love the thing but it is NOT a space saver at all... our favorite thing to cook in it is whole turkeys! OH MY DROOOL.... beef roasts are amazing... more drool.... hummmm I have to go to the store in a bit.... I think something needs to be cooked in there... DROOL oh what was the point to the post again.... DROOL!
OHhhh bad dogs, Yeps such a Bumpus moment! We have table food dogs they eat bones and always have never had any trouble only bone they are not allowed is the little spikey bone off the leg of the chicken I do tear it off and chunk it into the trash... well it an fish bones....
HUGSSSS and I so understand the disapointment of the missing bird... Drool...
Hanging head in shame... I think I am hungry....GRINS :D
Oh those crazy dogs. I bet they really enjoyed that feast!
Sorry you missed that chicken tho' - how awful when you had looked forward to it all day!
Feel better soon.
Have some chocolate. LOL.
Oh, I'd kill them. Figuratively, of course.
Well aren't you SUPPOSED to kill chicken theiving dogs? Hmmmmmm!
But, not those 2. Maybe they think they're human. Now you have to teach them to use a knife and fork.
Hehe, what a day you had:)) I like your blog! Come over and visit me if you'd like! I see us lurking on some of the same blogs.
Hope tomorrow you have a better day!
My parents' dog used to always eat cat food . . . she used to give the dog Immodium which I always foundfunny (but seemed to work!)
Just last night one of my theiving kitties picked up half a pot-roast (which I though Justin had put away) out of the pan, but dropped it on the floor. Cue our crazy Ginger dog to grab it and run it to the carpet to lick it. I look over the side of the couch to see what she's so excited about and shriek "thieves!" I couldn't even get mad as I threw that half-a-roast away.
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