A few nights ago I made Spaghetti for dinner.  After dinner I was cleaning up the dishes and putting food away. The spaghetti was too hot to put in the fridge, so I put it in a glass dish with a lid on it, and set it on the counter as far back as it would go. I thought to myself that because it was in the glass dish with a lid she would not smell it or mess with it, silly me.  I needed to go outside, and water my plants, and I was almost done when I heard this crash in the kitchen.  Well, I knew right away what had happened.  I put the hose down and ran to the kitchen, and there on the floor was a huge mess of spaghetti all over the floor, and my floor matt’s.  I scooped up a big handful of the spaghetti, and put it in the sink, while miss Abby was busy eating as much of it as she could before I told her to get out of the kitchen.

I took the matt outside and hosed it off, went back in to mop up the floor and put the dish in the dishwasher, she did not break it, I think because it must have hit the matt first, thank god.  You know she is pretty smart, she knew I was outside and out of reach, and then went in for the kill, so to speak.  She is so tall, and her legs are so long, she just reaches for the dish with her paws and pulls it forward until she gets it off the counter. I am assuming all this as I have yet to see her do it but I can only surmise that is what she is doing.

My husband was not pleased, as he had his mind set for Spaghetti for his lunch the next day.