Who's Guilty?

Al Hansen

Al Hansen

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I decided to drive down to the San Antonio water department and pay my bill. I whistled to the dogs and the two labs eagerly jumped into the back seat. When I got there, Ruby greeted me with a smile as I handed her the bill and check to cover it. She then looked at me and said, “I have a breakfast burrito with red chili in the fridge, would you like to take it with you?” I didn’t need a hammer to hit me over the head to figure that answer out. “You bet,” I said.
Once getting to the truck I had fully intended to go home but then thought about seeing one of my firewood customers that had left a message for me. I drove a short distance to his house but no one was home. I got back into the truck and after putting on my seatbelt, I headed for home. I looked down at the seat where I had left Ruby’s burrito and the napkin was wide open and not one scrap of anything was left----only the smell! I turned around and looked into the eyes of Chili and then Pepper. “All right, which one of you two ate my breakfast burrito?” I asked. Of course both looked at me with total innocence.

Well, I only had five miles to drive to the house so I headed back still trying to figure out who the culprit was. I had a hunch it was probably the pup because Chili will not come up to the front seat.
When I pulled up and stopped by the work garage, I got out and then let the Chili and Pepper out. I watched both to see who would be first! Ah—Ha, just like I thought, it was Pepper. The little bugger bolted out and couldn’t run fast enough to get to the water dish. She darn near drank the whole thing.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and thinking this-----I wonder how hot her lips and tongue got from eating all of that red chili?
Al
 
A story like that makes me think that you should avoid going for a ride in the truck later that day and that staying upwind would be a good idea.
 
That is a good one Al.

Reminds me of a time when I was courting Anya. She made a big salmon fillet (about 4 lbs) and had rosemary and all of the good stuff on it.

She used to smoke back then, so before dinner we went outside and by the time she finished her cigarette, we came in to see our Old Black hound dog (Ol' Alex) up on all 4s (on the counter) finishing the last of the salmon.

You should have heard the scolding Anya gave that dog.

He never got up on the counter again.
It was kind of funny to see the little pink flecks of salmon meat on Alex's muzzle and even though we'd caught him red handed, you know how dogs can be.
 
Had four slices of pizza on a stool by computer, got up to answer a phone, and walked around while talking...return to find two slices on plate, and flat coat retriever Maggie laying by the stool, just the end of her tail wagging...hmmm. Smart dog, or not enough time to finish off the plate?
 
Last Christmas, our friends told us a funny story....Bonnie had a large dish of M&Ms on the coffee table over the holidays. She was glad to keep refilling the dish because she knew that her husband, Ron was enjoying them. One day Ron and Bonnie were sitting on the couch as Corky, the black lab passed by and dipped her muzzle into the dish. Corky scooped up a mouthful of the candy without breaking stride. After a bit of discussion, Ron admitted that he had been avoiding the M&Ms. Needless to say, the dish was moved out of reach. Thankfully, Corky survived the chocolate overdose...
 
Al great story...

Ask my wife about the 3 pounds of thick sliced bacon down the bottom of the cooler with all sorts of other food on top....Buck, my 80 # lab found and ate...

Or mom's deep dish apple pie off the counter
Or my pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving
Or....

OR....
 
Eric,
Are you sure Buck doesn't weigh 87 pounds? That was great story. Bev's son and daughter in law in Wausau have a yellow lab by the name of Boomer. When my wife was seeing them last year, she made a cake for the entire family. They left to go downtown, shop and let the cake cool. Even the tin was licked clean when they got home.
Al
 
Thats pretty good!!! Reminds me of a good story about my dog. Last season me and a buddy were sitting on a levy in Mississippi and about mid morning he reaches in his bag and pulls out his sausage buscuit he had been saving. At that time I realized I left mine in the truck - immediately he began waving the buscuit around talking about how hungry I must be and how good his buscuit was gonna be etc..... Of course I was p.o.'d - so as he unwrapped it a group of ducks come sailing in - we shoot and knock a couple down and without looking over I sent my dog. As the dog runs out through the rice field we were watching and I said "What the heck is that white paper hanging out of my dogs mouth?" We both looked for a second then my buddy yells "Your &^%*%$# dog ate my buscuit - and the wrapper!!" He had set the buscuit down to grab the shotgun and my dog saw his opportunity - made my whole weekend!
 
Jaime

You should have told him that by eating thr wrapper he did him a favor - he didn't have to carry his trash from the field.
 
Yeah really - When you get some time give me a shout - I want to tell you about that little duckhole down in lacy springs - a friend of mine bought it
 
My wife kept getting on me about how much butter I was using and I have to admit.........I like butter. But the nagging wouldn't stop, even after I said I would slow down. One day she asked me about the butter and I said I had a couple of waffles for breakfast and put one pat of butter on each one and she said that she wanted me to explain why the entire stick was gone. We soon found out that my Black Lab KC was taking the liberty of framing me on a daily basis. He does have a very shiny coat though. dc
 
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