This morning, MLH left for work earlier than I. As I was drying my hair, Zack the Wonder Dog wandered into our bedroom. He was licking his chops (Clue #1). I finished getting ready, and then put the dogs outside for the day.
I headed towards the front of the house, towards the front door. As I hit the entryway, I saw the sun glinting from something in the kitchen. I looked right, and realized that there was tin foil – shredded – all over the kitchen rug. (Clue #2)
I rotated back towards the stovetop…sure enough, the foil MLH had placed over the brownies I made last night was gone. I walked towards the brownie pan…yup. Zack the Wonder Dog had stretched up to the counter and done snagged him some Betty Crocker. Where once were cleanly cut lines of perfectly square brownies now resided a mound of partially eaten brownies.
The only thing that stopped Zack from finishing the entire pan? Geometry, pure and simple. The more he dug his snout into the pan, the more the pan pushed back on the stovetop. And little Miss Zoie the Wonder Pup? She made do with the satisfaction of shredding tin foil. She's grown a lot, but she's not quite tall enough to get into the pan...yet.
Tonight, I picked up Outback Takeaway…and both of the little darlins’ tried to sneak up on the table. This is a big no-no in our house. This time, I had the camera ready.