Learning new tricks...

I don't blog much about my dog. Probably because she is usually well behaved and is generally calm natured. I don't have any cool stories other than she plays nice and likes to throw around "fox" - her favorite toy.

Well, as of last night, that changes.

My dad grilled 4 huge steaks for the family for dinner last night. The kitchen smelled so good and they were nice and juicy. Diamond and I sat down at the table to eat, but mom and dad decided they still needed to get ready for a night out. They should've just ate with us. As we left the table, Diamond forgot to push her chair in (which she does often, but it has never been a problem.) We both left the dining table for a bit (and I mean like two minutes), and I come back to the dining room and here I find my dog on the table with one steak dragged on the table and another steak dropped to the dining chair. I don't get mad at her often, but last night, I GOT MAD! I have no idea what got into her, but I guess the smell was killing her and she followed her nose. So there, in the serving dish, was one lonely piece of steak ... all three pieces thrown away because who knew if she licked all the steaks and the dish. Well, actually, we saved them for her and are going to give it to her a little bit at a time for a treat. I know, we should not feed her people food, but I couldn't see putting it to waste and giving it to her that evening would only seem like we were rewarding her for bad behavior.

So all that hard work my dad spent in front of the grill and he didn't even get to try any of his yummy steak. Poor daddy. He deserves a treat.