Been Caught Stealin' Tag!
My new friend Fred tagged me for a very special award.
Here's what is says:
When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching...If you have never stolen any food, you must be a really good pup!! You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward! Next add the logo of this award to your Blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving a message on their Blogs...
We will go in reverse order from worst to best:
1. Oscar Bean, Super Teen: Oscar is not much of a food thief in part because he is crated when the apes are gone (known as Optimum Stealing Time.) He sometimes tries to steal things from me or my sissy but otherwise he is not a thief. Not because he's good, though, just because he is too dumb to get away with it. The main thing he eats that he's not supposed to is p-o-o-p, EW GROSS, OBST!
2. Ethel Jean, Thievin' Queen: OK, I exaggerate. She doesn't steal that often. Since she can reach the counter with relative ease she has done some thievin', mostly on days when we are left alone for a long time. She has stolen dog biscuits, bully sticks, and trash. Her worst habit is eating things from the trash can, the grossest being the little pads that soak up blood in the bottom of meat packages. EW GROSS EJ!
3. Wally Tamale, the Bonnie AND Clyde of Thievin': While I am now a relatively well-behaved beastie I have had a prolific career in thievery, mostly while my apes are gone and due in part to the fact that I am deceptively nimble. I used to be able to get onto the counter, climb shelves, open drawers, and basically get what I want (never figured out the fridge like my friend Peanut). Some of my greatest hits include: tins of sardines (which I opened myself), part of a bag of sugar, a granola bar from the bottom of my granNE's luggage, a container of cream of corn soup, half a candy bar in an ape pocket (ate through the pocket, too), uncooked spaghetti noodles, numerous bags of dog snacks and food, and half a dozen freshly baked muffins.
In my old age I have mellowed with the thievin' and I've learned that I can mostly get what I want with much less effort anyway just by doing sad eyes. This is me last month when I found a bag of jerky in a grocery bag on the floor and I brought it to my ma ape to open for me.
Now I have to go out and tag some friends! I'm also nostalgic for my thievin' days so maybe I'll stop by the kitchen on my way...