That... DOG!

Last night, while sitting on the deck, enjoying a glass or two of sangria with my wife, I had a great idea for my blog entry today. I was trying to think in my mind, some type of word association to help me remember the topic for today. We continued talking for some time and I was commenting at how our canine from the pound, has adjusted well to our family. That's right, I let a compliment slip about the dog. Well, true to his nature and sole purpose here on earth, he lived up to his responsibilities last night. There was a piece of steak sitting on the counter, what was to be my older daughter's supper, and it vanished into thin air. I found the steak knife on the floor, and immediately assumed "the dog". The plate was still on the counter. Had the plate and knife remained on the counter, I would have concluded my daughter ate the piece of steak. But with a little amateur detective work, piecing the crime scene together, and given the fact my dog doesn't have opposable thumbs, plus his guilt ridden attitude when you walk into the same room with him, it was pretty much an open and closed case. There's nothing that irks me more than when the dog takes liberties with my things (especially food). So, over the last three years, I am retracting BOTH positive comments I've mistakenly made concerning my dog. He continues his role as chief tormenter and the greatest supplier of irritation in my life. Oh yeah, that great blog idea has been clouded out of my mind, thanks to you know who. GRRRRR!!!