Saint Patrick’s day is over, the corned beef was delicious and now we look forward to next Sunday’s breakfast, which is corned beef hash and eggs.
Sometimes I’m not sure which we like more, the corned beef or the corned beef hash. Hubby makes a killer corned beef hash.
The year was 2008, it was a couple of days after Saint Patrick’s day and Hubby was preparing our corned beef hash for dinner.
He had come home and taken the left over corned beef and put it through my grandmother’s meat grinder and it was all set, sitting on the counter until I came home and he could start dinner.
I had picked the dogs up from daycare and they rushed in all happy to see Daddy after a long day of being apart. Hubby met me in the dining room with something he wanted to show me.
I can’t for the life of me remember what we were talking about, but it took a few seconds for the sound of slurping to register.
“What the hell is that noise?” I asked.
“I don’t know” he said, “but it’s coming from the kitchen.
DELILAH! We both shouted.
She had managed to eat the entire plate of corned beef!
I’ll handle it, I said and promptly locked her in her crate for her own safety.
She’s damn lucky you were here, he said to me later and I’m glad I was.
She’s a counter surfer that one. (No, that is not the original picture, I was too busy saving the dog’s life to snap a photo.)
And this is the Monday Mischief blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.
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