Who Wants a Cookie?
I do, I want a cookie. See how cute I am. I deserve a cookie. She doesn’t give me nearly enough cookies. She’s stingy.
Yesterday we talked about a Great Dane that ate 43 socks. Yeah, I still can’t wrap my head around that one.
However, I did mention that I’m usually pretty aware of what my dogs are up to. Let’s face it, when you live with a food motivated, food obsessed Labrador Retriever like Delilah you have to be on your toes. Typically if I’m in the kitchen cooking, cleaning or washing dishes, Delilah is right there beside me, watching and waiting for her opportunity, whether it be to snatch something I’ve dropped, or to sneak into the garbage. She’s an opportunistic dog.
We’re pretty lazy in our house. Once supper is ready we grab our meals and go sit in front of the TV. We leave the dirty pots and pans sitting on the stove or in the sink while we eat. The dogs lie on mats in the living until we are done eating when we then release them.
Once Delilah has inhaled her release treat she heads into the kitchen for clean up duty. We’re pretty good about putting extra food away and making sure she can’t get at anything, but nothing is off limits to Delilah. She will stand on her back legs to ensure a pan is properly cleaned.
After the dishes have been washed and dried, I sit down to catch up on blogging or TV. Hubby typically goes into the den. Most times if I hear a noise in the kitchen I shout “Delilah!” and Hubby will say, “It’s me.” When it actually is Delilah she will come slinking into the living room licking her lips like the Labrador that ate Cleveland.
Monday night I was watching TV and I heard a horribly loud noise (like a small stoneware bar pan slamming onto a table.) I shouted to Hubby, “Is that you?”
There was no reply. I quickly got up and assessed the situation. Hubby had made big and thick M&M cookies and set them to cool on a rack in the middle of the pool table. The bar pan was hanging off the rack and Delilah was frantically chewing.
“DROP IT, DROP IT” I screamed while opening her mouth to try and remove the cookie. She kept chewing. I couldn’t feel the cookie. I stuck my hand further in and felt the cookie in the very back of her mouth. (For reference sake the welt she left on my hand was at the base of my wrist. I measured from the tip of my middle finger to the base of my wrist. It’s seven inches.) Yes, my hand (as well as that cookie) were almost down her throat before I dug it out. But it was better than a trip to the emergency vet. LOL.
It was a beautiful cookie.
This damn dog will be the death of me. I can see the tombstone, “Death by Chocolate, and not the dessert.”
Poor eyesight.
Last week Jan and I were laughing at our poor eyesight. Seems I mistook a sign for a small white dog and Jan mistook a crow for a woodchuck.
Whatevs, it happens. Then Jan left another comment saying she mistook a mailbox for a deer. This week I had two eyesight mishaps.
On one of our morning walks I looked up and thought, look at that magnificent deer statue, I’ve never noticed it before.
What an odd spot to put a statue.
Then there were two.
Ooops, it wasn’t a statue. There were actually three of them, one larger female and two smaller ones.
On an afternoon walk, we walked past a large stand of trees and out of the corner of my eye I thought, shit that’s a big turkey.
Hey, we have big turkeys around here.
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We see wild turkeys around too, but they are usually the neighbors – LOL! Bailie and I enjoy stealing food, but we are nothing compared to cat bro Bert. He is the worst of the worst and getting worse all the time. Mom doesn’t know what to do anymore with him! Glad you didn’t have to go to the emergency vet.
Oh, Delilah, when will you ever learn? Mama is not going to let you have things that aren’t good for you, even if it means a trip to the human ER for her. I’m the same way, except that Ducky is so damn quick I’d probably have to call the vet. Thank Dog she’s not tall enough to reach the countertops!
OMD D any opportunity?. You need to go on Bad Dog on The Animal Channel LOL. Wow deer and turkey I so would have peep’s shoulder out. Have a tremendous Thursday.
Best wishes Molly
OMD your mom almost reached clear down to your TAIL to grab that cookie outta you.
Oh boy, we could exchange eyesight stories for a while, couldn’t we? That was some big turkey!!
We’ll probably also be exchanging counter surfing stories too. Luke is getting really good at it. I’ve become really good at hearing him romping around in the other room, and knowing when he has something he shouldn’t (one of my hubby’s shirts he left on the kitchen counter yesterday). He’s also become ninja-like. You may have seen the post where he stole our company’s sandal. It was right next to her and she never saw him take it. He did the same thing to me a few days later. I’m standing in the yard playing fetch with them, and I slip my sandals off to stand in the cool grass. They are right in front of me, because I know he’ll steal one. I swear, next thing I knew I looked up and he’s romping around with one of my sandals. I never saw him take it, right in front of me!! I assume Delilah has those same ninja skills….sneaky and very quiet. LOL
Delilah’s coat in your first picture looks like velvet. You’re definitely doing something right.
My eyesight is terrible 20/180 without correction. So I never trust my eyes. But I’m getting disturbed by my messing up my words. I sent an outline for a class to a colleague and as I hit send I saw a sentence in which I wrote something about banks will give you a mortgage in exchange for breakfast and fees. I meant to write interest but I must have been hungry. 🙂
Sure am glad you didn’t have to go to the emergency vet! That picture of Delilah is beautiful!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Love the turkey one!
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Haha turkey! No turkeys here… only stray cats and shrews… Donna is food motivated but too timid (probably from her experiences with her former family) to counter surf…
Look at that magnificent deer statue… Then there were two…?!? OMG, I burst out laughing! I had quite a good giggle out of that! I used to have a yellow lab named Chelsea so I am familiar with their antics when it comes to food. Labs are VERY food motivated, aren’t they? Glad you were able to retrieve the cookie before it made its way down the hatch! 🙂
If that’s the size of the turkeys I can only imagine how big your ovens have to be for thanksgiving!!
I would be right with you pulling the cookie out from the back of Mity or BDs throat – although BD is having to learn that if he eats something he shouldn’t my hand is going in his mouth to try and get at it. (the ex would have just thought ‘it be right!’) Perhaps for safety you should send me the un-Delilah eaten cookies for um…safe keeping!!
Many years ago, before the internet taught us things we didn’t know, our Old English Sheepdog ate the top layer of a box of chocolates. We had no idea chocolate was toxic and she had no ill effects that we saw. Maybe she had a tummy ache, but she never complained and life went on. With the knowledge that the internet has given us, I would have panicked and gone immediately to the emergency vet. I’m not sure the point of the story. It just happened.
I keep getting error messages that my comment didn’t go through because I don’t have Java script, but then when I hit back button and submit for the second time it goes through. Gremlins?
Yikes…but those cookies sounded delish and I bet Delilah enjoyed what she got.
GAH! Mom spent the whole first year I lived here sticking her hand down my throat. Once when I took her medicine, she had to induce vomiting. It was gnarly!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
Technically it was 42 1/2 socks which is even funnier/scarier. I am the exact way as Delilah too food motivated, clean up the kitchen floor, follow mom when she’s eating cookies to get crumbs, lick the dishes in the dishwasher problem is I am height challenged so anything on the counters is out of my reach. Darn. Love Dolly Pees: Mom dropped an Oreo cookie we both got it at the same time. She realized then she wasn’t eating it and let me have it.
You have such hilarious stories!! That sure is one big turkey! 🙂 Hahahaha!
Have you worked on, “leave it” with Delilah?
I just about bust a gut over the deer statue and turkey. hahahaha
I think I would have puked the cookie if it had made it down the hatch. Glad it didn’t though.
Barley likes to “help” with kitchen clean up, too. Once, I left some chocolate chip pecan banana bread on the stove to cool–Barley snuck in and nibbled the top of the loaf off of about 1/3 of it! Luckily, the recipe made two loaves, so I still had one!
I don’t think I would have worried about a trip to the ER vet for one cookie, especially if they were plain M&Ms and not dark chocolate–there are all kinds of charts out there about how serious different types of chocolate are (and believe me, I’ve consulted several as Barley has also tackled a pan of turtle brownies and her fair share of spilled chocolate chips) and milk chocolate is less dangerous than others because there’s less cocoa in it, so if anything, it would probably have just been a tummy ache.
I laughed so hard reading the eyesight stories!
I don’t worry about a cookie or two on a big dog but it was such a good mom in you to fish it out and keep her safe. You and Jan crack me up, I’m glad I came back and read this post. My eye sight sucks too, I had lasik surgery 15 years ago and now it’s bad again.
Oh Delilah! This is kind of a funny store, but moreso because it wasn’t my dogs 🙂 BTW, that grill, or whatever it was really does look like a turkey.