Behold the defendent.
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I was preparing a pork stirfry, and while the noodles were hydrating in boiled water, I popped upstairs with a basket of washing to put away.
10 minutes later, I was back down and ready to start. I drained the noodles, got together the various chopped or sliced veg, and then looked for the pork.
Where is the pork?
I went into the lounge, and there it was on the dog-bed. Dog meanwhile had disappeared into her crate, which is unknown outside of mealtimes and bedtime. She knew what she had done!
I examined the pouch of pork really carefully. I could see she had tried to open it, but the pouch was made of tough stuff, and she hadn't got in. So I washed it under the tap for a long while, then opened the pouch and started to cook.
It was a super pork stir fry, and Katie got none of it.
Then last night, I was having a simple meal - a small tray-bake pie, which was to be cooked from frozen, and some microwave rice.
Again, I turned on my multi-cooker to warm up, and popped upstairs. When I got back, the tray was on the kitchen floor and the pie - still frozen - was in the lounge. She had managed to chew off a corner of it, and was crunching it up in her lair. But the rest of the pie was going in the bin.
I've long been careful of not leaving food close to the edge of kitchen counters (or tables). But Katie seems to have got more adept at reaching stuff further back and scooting it within her grasp.
As it happens, it is all going to change. When I first got her, I had a dog-flap set in the kitchen door. Which is why she is allowed into the kitchen, as it is her route to the outside. But I have ordered, and am waiting for, a new door to my conservatory, in which will be a new dog-flap. When that arrives, the old flap will be taken out, and in future, the kitchen door will be shut behind me when I am not out there!
