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melensdad
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Early on in our married life we had a very large Alaskan Malamute dog named Thunder. Thunder was something like 130# of muscle/fangs & claws, but was the most loving dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of owning*** (or do dogs own us?).
Anyway, my lovely wife set a frozen turkey in the kitchen sink to thaw. It was a LARGE turkey, as we were having family coming for dinner the next day. Well we need to go to the store for some additional food, or spices, or something else? But for whatever reason, we had to leave the house. Not even thinking that the dog might do something while we were out, we left for the store.
Upon are return we found our turkey, or perhaps its better described as a bare carcass, on our living room carpet. Yup, good old Thunder got that bird, plucked it out of the sink, carried his prize into the livingroom and ate the better part of it.
Fortunately we were able to get a replacement bird and had our dinner, as planned. We locked the dog up while that turkey was within reach . . . much to his dismay.
Anyway, my lovely wife set a frozen turkey in the kitchen sink to thaw. It was a LARGE turkey, as we were having family coming for dinner the next day. Well we need to go to the store for some additional food, or spices, or something else? But for whatever reason, we had to leave the house. Not even thinking that the dog might do something while we were out, we left for the store.
Upon are return we found our turkey, or perhaps its better described as a bare carcass, on our living room carpet. Yup, good old Thunder got that bird, plucked it out of the sink, carried his prize into the livingroom and ate the better part of it.
Fortunately we were able to get a replacement bird and had our dinner, as planned. We locked the dog up while that turkey was within reach . . . much to his dismay.