The Butter Thief

January 17, 2015

The beneficial health effects of butter are debatable on a few different levels. Is it the good kind of fat? Is there too much fat? Is it all natural? Regardless, almost everyone likes real butter and especially a rather food focused German Shepherd I live with.

A few moments of inattention. A slight lapse in concentration. A distracted task and whoa, a stick of butter is stolen off the counter. Once should be enough to learn that lesson. But, no, it happened again within a two week time span.

So, 2 sticks of butter stolen within a couple of weeks. On the upside, that’s really good for a dog’s coat, the extra oils make it so soft. On the down side, so much fat for a dog could lead to pancreatitis. [If you worry, consult your veterinarian.] This has not happened to this particular German Shepherd.

Empty Butter Dish


It’s only after the fact that I learn the dog in question actually has some restraint. So, if 2 sticks are too much to eat in such a short span of time, what’s a dog to do?

Well, save it for later, obviously, by burying it in the yard. And with temperatures at or around 0 degrees Fahrenheit, it is preserved perfectly.

How does this come into play and why would I know that saving the butter for later was actually the strategy? Finding evidence of butter and dirt on my sofa and chair cushions was quite a surprise. Just like a bone, she tried to bury it between the cushions. I am probably lucky she didn’t try to bury it in the bed.

Thank goodness for microfiber fabric.

Moral of the story:

  1. Put the butter away as soon as you are done using it.
  2. Never walk away from the kitchen with food sitting out.
  3. Always clean up food and dishes right away.
  4. Accept and enjoy the foibles of your dog, but be mindful of the dangers of eating people food.

Your dog can read your mind, or rather your actions

September 6, 2014

Sometimes it takes me longer to get out of the house than I’d like. It usually happens when I’m going to work. See Georgia knows what day it is and she knows where I’m going and she knows when she will be left behind.

I put my shoes on every day and I tie them, but the first time I put them on every day it means we are going for a walk and Georgia doesn’t want to delay me in that process. Weekdays, after our dog walk, the second time I need to tie my shoes, she will come and sit on my feet, inserting her head neatly in the way of my hands so that she impedes the process of shoe tying. It takes a good 5 minutes of extra love for her to finally give up and cede to the fact that yes, I am going to go to work and leave her at home.

She knows the context of my actions because of the type of clothes I’m wearing, the time of day, the routine of the morning. And she inserts herself hoping to disrupt when it’s not what she wants.

Dog love is beautiful in its simplicity. Stay with me!


Don’t Go!


Take me with you!

October 19, 2013

I’m sure my attempt to leave the house yesterday would have been fit for a sitcom, if it was about a spunky dog and her girl. Sometimes Georgia lulls me into complacency, she watches me leave for 10 days straight and on day 11, springs into action and sneaks through the door before I can get it closed. So she escaped into the garage, where she kept running around the car and away from me. I opened the car door to corral her and she hopped in very nicely, in the hopes of an adventure. All car adventures usually lead to the park. I went to fetch the leash so I could get her out of the car, but she jumped from the back deck area into the back seat. So, then I open the door to the back seat and she jumps back into the back deck of the car. We did this dance about 3 or 4 times. I went away for a few minutes and left all the doors open. This did not convince her to hop out. I came back determined and finally caught her in the back seat and pulled her out of the car. I nearly had to lift 55 lbs of wriggly dog out of the car, that certainly wouldn’t have been good for my back.


The moral of the story: your dog loves you and wants to be with you all the time.

The Shoenapper

February 22, 2012

Georgia has taken to stealing shoes. It’s usually when I’m getting ready to leave the house. She can tell if I’m getting ready to go to work or out on the weekends. Dogs are very perceptive that way. Your body language tells them everything.

I’ll be looking to put on my shoes and I’ll find one and have to go hunting for the other. If it’s a situation where I’m going out, I’ll usually find the other shoe in the basement or maybe even in the backyard. There was even that day that a shoe ended up in the backyard and I had to get another pair to retrieve the first, but turned my head for a second and one of the second pair ended up in the backyard as well. Ack!

It’s really a very effective  attention getting tactic. My little shoenapper.

Here’s my gallery of stolen shoes, you might think that I staged this and took strategically placed shoe pictures. I assure you, I did no such thing, there’s no need when real life with Georgia is much more interesting. Of course a gallery of my shoes, is not really that interesting in the first place, but here they are.

Where’s Georgia?

November 19, 2011

This is definitely along the vein of Where’s Waldo, just substitute the German Shepherd.

Where's Georgia

Refrigerator: Nemesis

April 7, 2011

Got the new fridge installed and it’s one of those modern-fangled, advanced feature models with an ice maker (actually 2) and water dispenser. We’ve been sitting in the living room and as the fridge cools down it’s making ice. And making ice, is in fact a loud sometimes unexpected sound. Guess who’s getting freaked out by the noise, yep, Georgia. Every time a cube drops, she pops up, paces, looks at the fridge and growls, whines or tries to hide.

In order to get this monstrosity into the house, they had to take off all the doors. And low and behold with the doors sitting in the living room, Georgia pawed at the door, like she does/did with the old fridge. Maybe she somehow knew it was going to be a nemesis.

fridge door

Dog breaks into refrigerator, steals chicken

August 21, 2010

Sounds kind of like an Onion headline, yet it’s true and actually happened.

I’ve taken steps to safeguard my edibles from Georgia, but things don’t last forever and cheap things don’t last at all. The latch on the refrigerator was coming unstuck, probably due to visitors to my house not knowing it was there and attempting to open the fridge without releasing the latch. But it hadn’t fallen off in a while so I didn’t even think about it, assuming I was safe or rather my food was safe.

I went grocery shopping in the middle of the week, which I usually never do and since I’ve been working so much wanted to get some quick food that I could make last. Enter, Wegmans Rotisserie Chicken, an economical pre-cooked food that would last quite a number of meals. I had one leg for dinner and thoroughly enjoyed it, plus the protein was good for me as I’d been skipping too many meals.


Knowing Georgia, I put the garbage in the garage before I left for work, the chicken bone smell would have made her very determined to break through the plastic toddler lock on the kitchen cabinet where I usually keep my garbage. I merrily went off to work. 9 hours later, I come home to a wide open refrigerator, with a broken latch and no chicken. Usually, when she gets in the fridge, she likes to eat the cheese or butter, but this time she must have been too full from the chicken to eat anything else. However, who knows how long my fridge had been open, could have been 8-9 hours if she started her break-in right after I left for work. So, that middle of the week shopping trip did not really do me any good, because I just lost about 1/2 of it, in perishables.

Licked clean

Now I have a dog with a stomach full of almost a whole chicken, bones and all. Luckily, she didn’t appear to be suffering. I was slightly freaked, but she seems to have a cast iron stomach. A co-worker had a friend whose dog was in the exact situation and he was told by a Vet Tech to feed the dog white bread and pumpkin puree. I did have some white bread and also made some white rice. Instead of stopping food I kept feeding her normally. I added in the bread and rice to make sure her system kept moving. The first night I wasn’t sure what would happen, she was very restless and kept pacing and when I heard gurgling, I knew something intestinal might happen,  so I took her out a couple of times, thank goodness. It was about 4 meals before things started flowing normally again.

She’s fine and had a very nice treat. It didn’t faze her at all as the very next night she stole the dish that had roasted potatoes in it. I’m going to try to superglue the latch and really get going on researching kitchen remodeling, so that I can replace the fridge, maybe something not so easy for paws or nose to break into.

Georgia racked up at least 3 points on her score.

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