My First Steal

welcome to the world of Counter Surfing, my friend. Me, a bit too short to see the counters; but, there are some renouned counter surfers on this site --eh Charlie?

I was always known as the goody-two shoes in my family. I never took a treat without the "okay". I rarely if ever got into the trash. I was the good girl. If Mom said "leave it" I wouldn't even look at it.

Well, a couple of days after their wedding my parents were rushing around tidying up the house, packing bags, packing up my food and some of my toys, getting ready for their honeymoon.

It was getting late and the folks were tired and hungry. Dad says he'll make a couple of sandwiches cuz he needed a break. Mom says she'll keep cleaning. Eventually Dad calls out that the sandwiches are on the coffee table and Mom should sit down for a bit. He's in the kitchen grabbing drinks. Mom comes downstairs and sees one plate with three ham and cheese biscuits with chips and another plate with one biscuit and chips. As Dad comes out of the kitchen, Mom says kinda huffy, "Is this how we're going to start our marriage? With an inequitable distribution of food?" (Mom likes big words when she's fired up and nothing fires her up like an inequitable distribution of food.) Poor Dad, he's like, "HUH? I made three for you and three for me." For a moment Mom thinks he's just covering his @$$, then as if on cue, I LICKED MY CHOPS!

All that time I had been carefully laying the groundwork for a major heist and I blew my cover because the crumbs on my whiskers were so delicious. To this day, I'm pretty sure, that if I hadn't licked my chops right then, Dad would have been in the dog house.

Best of luck on future heists. May they always be delicious.

Man, Carolina, you really know how to tell a story! That one made me lick my lips, too!

Where to start...making a dive by of the Nacho Cheese Doritos on the table, scoring Dove chocolate off the table (but that resulted in the peroxide puking punishment,) and just today I jumped from something dad shouldn't have left so close to the counter and ate every last morsel of cat food. I was diligently licking the counter clean when mom walked in. Can I help it if I'm the helpful sort?

You have learned well, Grasshopper.

Thanks Master O-Beagle-Wan-Kenobi

Well, I don't wanna brag, but stolen ANYTHING tastes sooooo much better than what's handed to ya. Hot dogs, biscuits, sausage, steak, burgers, ham, bacon, ice cream, cake, eggs....yep, pretty much everything.

MMMM-stolen cheeseburgers....

Steak, Pizza(not recommended), cheese, hot dogs...I'm heading to the Olympics in counter surfing. Congrats and two paws up for Dad not getting mad!

Crackers, gum, a sandwich left unattended on the coffee table.

Miles is one lucky pup. When I stole dad's footlong Subway sandwich, I was in the doghouse for days. Miles steals a cheeseburger and almost gets a pat on the back! What's up with that?

I've to work on this stealing deal. Sounds like you've tried them all. Do you have any ideas on being inconspicuous?

An omelette off a plate that wasn't being supervised, a stack of oreos on the end table, a few sips of beer (Newcastle is yummy).