The Case of the Missing Meat

Mom has long suspected me of climbing on counters when she and Dad aren't home.  But I wouldn't do that.  You know me.  I might chew a pay-check or a bank statement or two, but climb up and pull something off the counter top?

I mean really, when the two packets of meat went missing, how could I be to blame.  Weren't they right up on the counter next to the pantry whose door is always open.  

Do I ever take food from the pantry whose door is always open?  No, of course not.  Then why would I go to all the trouble of reaching waaaayyy up on kitchen counter to eat a packet or two of meat.

But she tells me that she pulled out some turkey and ham to thaw and put it on the counter.  She meant to then put it in the refrigerator but Dad called her in and the next thing I know, they are walking out the door to do errands and I have a Kong Toy and a biscuit to attend to.

When she got home, she says she found a piece of plastic on the bed.  Another piece of a plastic bag with the zip lock still intact was on the kitchen floor.  She had to think a minute before she remembered the two packets of meat.  Funny, they were no longer on the kitchen counter.

She asked me about it, then.  I said, "Was it a 5 ounce package of ham and another one of turkey?"  She said, "Yeesss", in that long drawn out way she does when she means a lot of other stuff.  I said, I don't know anything about it.  

But then I said, Oh, wait, now I remember.  I think I saw a burglar come in right after you left.   He made himself some sandwiches and ate them and then he left.  I tried to bark at him to go away but he pulled a gun on me and made me sit while he ate the sandwiches.

"Oh, really," said Mom.  "And did he enjoy the plastic wrap, too?"  I guess so, I told her.  (Rats!, I thought.  Busted by a plastic wrap.)

She didn't say anything to Dad about it.  But I went to bed without much dinner that night.  That darn burglar.  It was all his fault!

Hope you don't have burglars raiding your kitchen counters!

Love, G