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We've had our two hounds for 7 and 8 years respectively. We got our girl first, and after a year we got the boy. She was well mannered and when he came along, he learned all the rules and tricks from her inside of one day. No kidding. They have always been respectful and obedient and never chewed a sofa leg or the TV stand or my shoes (or my wife's shoes, she has enough of them to feed a Beagle army...Duh-oh!) and strangely enough, every time we hear or read a story about someone's beagle stealing the Thanksgiving Turkey off the dining room table, or literally licking some young childs ice cream cone and making them cry, I always wonder if it's true. Those stories are EVERYWHERE though! But at our house during dinner we make them sit still on the floor at our side. No begging, no whining/whimpering, no paws on the edge of the table, no pawing at our ankles or thighs, etc. Once we are done with dinner, we let them lick the plates. Which they are more than happy to do.
So last night I invite my father over for a little BBQ. I wanted to meet his new dog, he saved an Australian Sheppard from the pound. She is adorable too! Got along great with the pack. Anyway, the main course was two meats: chicken terriyaki and fillet mignon from Omaha steaks. 7 ounces of tender succulent melt in your mouth fillets. I fired up the grille, which is just outside the dining room door on my patio. My mom loves her steak rare, so I pulled hers off the grill first and came inside and put in on her plate. She was still in the kitchen with my wife and my dad was in the living room. I asked her to bring a steak knife and slice it in the middle to make sure it was cooked to her liking, and it was. I went back outside to finish the others which took about 3, maybe four minutes. When I came back in with the steaks and chicken breasts, my mom was still in the kitchen with my wife and my dad was just coming to the table. I askd my mom if she ate her steak already, as her plate was empty. She said no, and she asked if it was on the platter of juicy goodness that was still in my hands. I said no. She thought I had taken back out to the grill to keep warm. Then my dad chimes in I looked at the table from the living room a few minutes ago to see if chow was ready and saw Tinker sitting in one of the chairs, just sitting still like Mr nonchalant, as if he was waiting to be served. I thought it was cute!. Well we all looked at each other, and then at the empty plate, and then for Tinker. He was sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to pretend nothing happened. But you could see it in his face. He knew he did something wrong! He looked guilty as all get out, but he looked dang happy too. It's the only time he's had top of the line fillet mignon, and hopefuly, it's his last... The infamous Beagle Food Theif struck our house!
So last night I invite my father over for a little BBQ. I wanted to meet his new dog, he saved an Australian Sheppard from the pound. She is adorable too! Got along great with the pack. Anyway, the main course was two meats: chicken terriyaki and fillet mignon from Omaha steaks. 7 ounces of tender succulent melt in your mouth fillets. I fired up the grille, which is just outside the dining room door on my patio. My mom loves her steak rare, so I pulled hers off the grill first and came inside and put in on her plate. She was still in the kitchen with my wife and my dad was in the living room. I asked her to bring a steak knife and slice it in the middle to make sure it was cooked to her liking, and it was. I went back outside to finish the others which took about 3, maybe four minutes. When I came back in with the steaks and chicken breasts, my mom was still in the kitchen with my wife and my dad was just coming to the table. I askd my mom if she ate her steak already, as her plate was empty. She said no, and she asked if it was on the platter of juicy goodness that was still in my hands. I said no. She thought I had taken back out to the grill to keep warm. Then my dad chimes in I looked at the table from the living room a few minutes ago to see if chow was ready and saw Tinker sitting in one of the chairs, just sitting still like Mr nonchalant, as if he was waiting to be served. I thought it was cute!. Well we all looked at each other, and then at the empty plate, and then for Tinker. He was sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to pretend nothing happened. But you could see it in his face. He knew he did something wrong! He looked guilty as all get out, but he looked dang happy too. It's the only time he's had top of the line fillet mignon, and hopefuly, it's his last... The infamous Beagle Food Theif struck our house!
