The 30 Inch MES for those who don't know has a neat little latch on the door. it allows you to open the door a crack without opening it all the way. To open it fully you just bump a little slack in the door the latch lets go and the door swings open on its own.
Now I should have known better. I put most of the finished rib racks on a large plate to take into the kitchen, but didn't have room for the last two 1/2 racks. I left the door open a crack and hurried into the house with the ribs. I went right back out for the last two pieces. As I rounded the corner I spot our large Afghan Hound making off with one of the 1/2 racks. He spots me makes a run for it. In retrospect I should have realized how easy that door would open. Just an accidental bump would do it. I guess he smelled it and bumped it with his nose. He was trying desperatly to escape but really there is no where for him to go. Plus by this time he is actually crying because it is really hot on his mouth. I can see he wants keep it but the heat finally wins and he drops it. He is crying all this time. I am trying not to laugh but It is one of the funniest things you ever saw. I picked up the ruined ribs and put them up where he couldn't get at them. Now he is staring at me with that big dumb look he has. He's giving me that balefully sad look as if to say, that huge hunk of delicious food was mine and I want it.
NO way Jose I say to him you were bad. He retires to whine and lick his wounds. I feel like an aweful meany.
About an hour later after dinner I take the ruined rubs down, peel the meat off the bones and give him about 1/2 giving the rest to the two Shiz Tsu's just to be fair.
It was really lucky I had made a little extra or we'd have an Afghan Hound hide on the shed wall.
Now I should have known better. I put most of the finished rib racks on a large plate to take into the kitchen, but didn't have room for the last two 1/2 racks. I left the door open a crack and hurried into the house with the ribs. I went right back out for the last two pieces. As I rounded the corner I spot our large Afghan Hound making off with one of the 1/2 racks. He spots me makes a run for it. In retrospect I should have realized how easy that door would open. Just an accidental bump would do it. I guess he smelled it and bumped it with his nose. He was trying desperatly to escape but really there is no where for him to go. Plus by this time he is actually crying because it is really hot on his mouth. I can see he wants keep it but the heat finally wins and he drops it. He is crying all this time. I am trying not to laugh but It is one of the funniest things you ever saw. I picked up the ruined ribs and put them up where he couldn't get at them. Now he is staring at me with that big dumb look he has. He's giving me that balefully sad look as if to say, that huge hunk of delicious food was mine and I want it.
NO way Jose I say to him you were bad. He retires to whine and lick his wounds. I feel like an aweful meany.
About an hour later after dinner I take the ruined rubs down, peel the meat off the bones and give him about 1/2 giving the rest to the two Shiz Tsu's just to be fair.
It was really lucky I had made a little extra or we'd have an Afghan Hound hide on the shed wall.
