Dad recovered the turkey and was greatly dismayed by the four smooth puncture marks in it. He washed it off, probably scrubbed it with hydrogen peroxide and salt, too, just to make sure we wouldn't be tainted by any remnants of dog saliva.
And I was trying very, very hard not to laugh.
Dad, however, has been terribly conscientious about leaving meat out on table tops and counters ever since.
|Nike, Turkey Thief and Ball Nabber Extraordinaire|
I tried very, very hard not to laugh. But really, now, she can't run much faster than a four-year old. How did she end up with the ball in the first place? It's like they wanted her to pop it!
|Who me? I would never!|