<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>Hi it's Dale,</div><div><br></div><div>Well, yesterday was shabbat and Greg said he'd do the shopping. It was too hot to go to the dog park so he went to the bakery too. Picked up the challah and also the special Friday "dog park" cookies. He then stopped at the market and bought a whole chicken and some fresh asparagus and some fresh corn on the cobb too.</div><div><br></div><div>He came home and placed the challah in the microwave (Snoopy proof) and turned on the oven and was chopping up onions to roast inside the chicken and then he went out to the garden to get some fresh herbs. I was working from home yesterday and I went out to the garden with him .... the bassets were out back .... I lingered outside and I heard Greg ask out loud "now where did that
chicken go, I set it down right here." He didn't get it right away but I sure did. I looked around and started counting bassets, Snoopy check, LuLu check, Gracie ...... oh oh .... where's Gracie. I said "honey do you see Gracie?" He still didn't get it he said "NO she's around here somewhere right now I'm looking for this chicken it was here a minute ago."</div><div><br></div><div>I came inside and did a quick sweep of the house. No Gracie. No chicken either. So, I launched into a more detailed search. Room by room. I found her in the office. Huddled in the corner of the futon (yes, I have to wash the cover). It was quite clever actually she had chosen the corner CLOSEST to the door because she was shielded from view from the hallway there. I also found the chicken. Well, I found about 2/3 of the chicken. She had chewed through (but not eaten) the wrapper and was working
on the breast which she had eaten most of. She did not look up from her work, she just continued to eat with gusto. Silently too, I would have been impressed but I was pretty worried, I figured if Snoopy saw this he go for it and I'd have a heck of a problem then so I ran in there and told Gracie firmly she HAD to give me the chicken and NOW and then I reached down and took the chicken away from her (completely forgetting that she is not a labrador retriever) and she looked up at me with "that look." You know, the "I can't believe there is anyone on this planet that is this clueless but I really do love you momPerson" look. And she let me take her chicken.</div><div><br></div><div>Greg was not proud of Gracie for giving me her prize. I told him to wait while I went back to the store. They had ONE more whole chicken. I brought it home and cleaned it up and put the stuff Greg had prepped inside it and put it in
the oven.</div><div><br></div><div>And that is the story of the shabbat chicken.</div><div><br></div><div>Dale, aka the clueless momPerson</div><div>with Gracie (I love raw chicken, why can't we eat raw diet)</div><div>and LuLu (I'm not much into stolen goods)</div><div>and Snoopy OEBE, Curator of Missing Objects (If I'd have known I'd have curated that chicken and I'd be a mass of welts right now)</div><div style="position:fixed"></div>
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