I had just made a pan of my famously high octane 'magic brownies' that everyone seems to love so much. Took 'em out of the oven, and put them on the window sill behind the sink to cool. No way the dog can get them there. Yeah, right. Go for a 1 hour bike ride, come back and the pan is on the floor, empty. Ebony, the black lab, is just sitting there. Smiling. She then proceeds to trip her brains out for the next 18 hours or so. Had to put her in the garage because she was pissing out her ass from all the chocolate. Poor girl wasn't normal again for about 3 days.
The older I get, the better I was.
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