The Pillager lives! Dogs!
I walking into my bedroom and found a pot on the floor - a normal cooking pot off the stove. It looked clean, but it also looked like the same pot that had buttered vegetables in it from dinner.
Of course, this is not the first time and lately it is becoming a regular event! Last week, everything on my counter was spread carefully around the living room floor. A very rounded bowl, the cooking utensils out of the container, very empty cat food bowls, a very empty butter container, several potholders, a dish towel, the sponge, a coffee cup with some coffee still in it, the drain stopper, an opened loaf of bread and some plastic gizmo that my husband had left on the counter. It was all there. It made it easy to wash the counter, because it was cleared of every item. No one was around to admit to this pillaging, so I cleaned my counter and picked up my living room.
I would have gone to find the Pillager, but it is hard to yell, when you are laughing. How did he get the cup off the counter without spilling it on the carpet? Why would a dog want to look at a potholder? Ok, maybe it smells like food, but the plastic gizmo did not smell like food. How does he pickup a tall rounded ceramic bowl?
So enough is enough! Today, I left the same bowl with butter in it on the counter and I sprayed it Bitter Apple. It hasn’t moved, but the very heavy top on the trash can has been removed. He must have heard me coming, because the trash was still in the can. So I sprayed that too. We shall see…………
This occupation started when he was a young boy. He was accidentally left in the upstairs area of my mother’s house one night. The only room available to him was a bathroom. New cabinet doors were being made for the bathroom; so unfortunately that night there were no doors on the cabinets. He took each item out of her long bathroom cupboard and brought it out into this long hall. There he inspected each item and tested each paper product and every container of liquid. The towels were just unfolded. I never knew my mother had so many things under her sink. At 3:00 in the morning, when I realized I was missing my puppy; we discovered the hallway. He was very proud of his discoveries – we laughed and laughed. Fortunately, my mother laughed too when I gave her towels to be washed and her “holy” shampoos and plastic containers; all oozing liquids. I also had to restock the toilet paper – the fangs holes make it impossible to unroll.
Mothers are so understanding; she still let’s us bring the Pillager when we visit.
