Turkey day and the muffin snatcher

Yesterday we had a lovely Thanksgiving. Ellie was welcome to both houses so she had a long, busy day. Unfortunately the day started off on the wrong foot.

Ellie was in the back seat of the car when BF hears some mouth smacking. He turns around to see her eating something-- the cornbread muffins I had baked and put on the floor of the car!

She was in trouble for the rest of the car ride, but lucky for her it was a holiday so she got off easy.

Ellie got to play lots with BF's brother's dog and they were both spoiled with lots of turkey scraps!

We had a great day!

Ellie's New Ball

Ellie comes to work with me every day. Our next-cubicle neighbor brings her dog Stella who is a small black lab that is good friends with Ellie. We let them play once in a while, but Ellie is a very vocal player.

So for all the rest of the day that Ellie is trapped at my desk, she needs something else to do. I got her this green ball. It's rubbery and bouncy and smells like mint!

What's really fun is that it has holes in it which means I can squeeze some treats in there and it keeps Ellie busy trying to get them out.

Unfortunately while I was writing this post, she chewed out a huge chunk of it because the treats wouldn't come out. *wah wah*

The Tail of the Bad Dog

Look at this face:

Innocent looking, right?

Ellie has not been a good dog lately.

It all started a month or two ago. I noticed that she grabbed a stick of butter from the counter while I was out. I chuckled to myself when imagining how it must have happened, but easily dismissed it.

Fast forward to a week ago.

I had one and a half sticks of butter on the counter (I always keep sticks out for baking). I return home and notice that there is only one stick. Where did the half go? With absolutely no sign of it, I assume Ellie must have eaten it whole, wrapper included.

The next day, I return home to find a mangled stick of butter on the kitchen floor.

Okay. I am learning. It's time to push the butter further back on the counter so that she can't reach it. It's my fault.

Where I used to keep the butter

Unfortunately, I'm so used to keeping the butter in it's place, so I accidentally put it back in its usual spot after baking, and lo and behold, Ellie grabs hold of it again. Only this time, she accompanied her butter lunch with five or six peanut butter cookies for dessert! (Mind you, her tummy is completely fine and I haven't experienced any throwing up or diarrhea issues during any of these incidents) And yes, the cookies were my fault for leaving them on the coffee table (d'oh!).

Finally this morning I get smart and consciously push the butter further back on the counter before leaving for the gym. This is where I put it:

I get back to the gym to find a whole stick with teeth marks and this on the floor:

So now the room temperature butter lives on top of the fridge and this little doggy is in big trouble.

Happy belated Halloween

Busy life lately! I have been meaning to get up photos from my Hawaii vacation but still haven't gotten around to it. In the meantime, Ellie and I both dressed up for Halloween at work yesterday! She repeated her bull rider costume while I was a ceiling fan (pun)! :)