One time I was hosting a party for St Pat’s, so had a full brisket in the oven, complete with the aforementioned brown sugar rub and Guinness. But while taking it out of the oven, I tipped it a bit too far, and that yummy, fatty elixir spilled all over the side of the stove.
Our dog was immediately on the case, though, and was happy to perform the cleanup. For years afterwards, every now and then I caught her licking that same spot on the stove. Was there still some residue in some crevice after all that time? Or did she just not realize where that delicious manna came from, and tried to will it back into existence in her little doggy brain?
I’d argue better. My dog is probably rather pissed that he has to smell it all night.
One time I was hosting a party for St Pat’s, so had a full brisket in the oven, complete with the aforementioned brown sugar rub and Guinness. But while taking it out of the oven, I tipped it a bit too far, and that yummy, fatty elixir spilled all over the side of the stove.
Our dog was immediately on the case, though, and was happy to perform the cleanup. For years afterwards, every now and then I caught her licking that same spot on the stove. Was there still some residue in some crevice after all that time? Or did she just not realize where that delicious manna came from, and tried to will it back into existence in her little doggy brain?