If you read this blog on a semi-regular basis you’ve probably heard stories about our adopted rescue greyhound, Moses. This is another tribute to his mischief and continued acclamation to the retired life. I have sorta gone a reduced meat kick lately. We were in WalMart and for some unknown reason I decided that veggie dogs sounded good. They came frozen so I thawed 3 when Jason called and said he was on his way home from work one night. I proceeded to fold laundry in the living room and wait for him. I heard Moses messing around in the kitchen but I figured that he found a piece of dog food underneath the cabinets and was going crazy to get it. I called him and he came. A little bit later Jason came home so I went to get the vegetarian hot-dogs to put in the boiling water. To my disbelief I couldn’t find them anywhere. I checked the freezer and refrigerator to no avail. I was stumped to where these magic dogs had gone. And then, my 80 pound greyhound comes in, sniffs around and does something I had never seen him do before. He actually jumped up so his 2 front paws were on the counter and he licked the empty veggie dog plate. Ah hah. Moses learned counter-surfing and ate 3 veggie dogs and a couple of buns- after I might add he had already eaten his dog food dinner. It turns out that I don’t know what I was thinking with the veggie dogs because they were gross so I guess Moses saved us a little. I am just glad he ate those and not something fancy. Lesson learned don’t put anything worth eating close to the counter edge.