“Where’d the butter go?”

I cleaned out my butter keeper making breakfast, so while coming back from some early chores I stopped at Ian’s and got another stick from the fridge. Came home, left it on the counter to soften.

Beautiful morning: Went outside to clear some of those weeds left over from last year’s very wet summer. Was outside maybe half an hour.

Came inside. Among other things…where’s the butter?

Looked over at Tobie. Hm.

He swore it wasn’t true. Not believing him, I played Bad Cop and searched his bed and toy stash for incriminating torn wrapper. No evidence found.

Time passed. Tobie didn’t look like he felt so good. I sat in the reading chair, sitting and reading, when Tobie got up and loudly and copiously relieved himself of an inner burden.

He stood staring at it regretfully as I brought the garbage can and paper towel roll. “No, you can’t have it back,” I said gently. No point getting mad at him.

Yup. Here was his breakfast kibble and the wrapper from a quarter-pound stick, all in a sauce of very thoroughly softened butter.

My fault, really. Should have put it up on the shelf.

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9 Responses to “Where’d the butter go?”

  1. Ben says:

    You seem to have achieved some sort of hermit Sainthood. I could NEVER be that forgiving.

  2. coloradohermit says:

    Tobie’s idea of an April fools day prank?

  3. Robert says:

    An inconvenient way to soften it. At least it came out the forward orifice.

  4. Spud says:

    You should have taken that wrapper and rubbed it all over his nose. You might not be able to distinguish the smell from it…but he can and would remember not to eat that stuff.
    Either that or you can rely on the child proof lock method . Which teaches nothing but denial of coveted stuff…

  5. Anonymous says:

    I love that pup/

  6. Our dog, a rescue, is food obsessed. He’s a sweet dispositioned, cute bundle of love- until he sees food, then it’s “Katie bar the door”. You wouldn’t have seen that butter wrapper again till he pooped it out. We have learned the hard way not leave food down for a second. Heck, he even will drink my coffee. He’s actually quite adept at foraging considering he only has 1 back leg and less than half his teeth.

  7. Joel says:

    Sounds like he learned from damn near terminal hard times.

  8. Mike says:

    It could have been worse. A friend told me about his big Lab pup who loved to get into everything. One of the things the mutt got into was the trash where he ate a used diaper. Yes the dog survived, but it was expensive and very messy.

  9. Robert says:

    “he ate a used diaper.” I immediately flashed on that internet meme/poster of the cowboy in the bowling alley saying “Yer a special kinda stupid, ain’tcha?”.

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