The family had enjoyed a delicious dinner of formerly frozen butterfly shrimp, and I was cleaning up.
Five large shrimp with tails remained on the baking sheet when I stepped away from the kitchen. When I returned, the shrimp and their tails were missing. The baking sheet remained on the counter, perhaps a bit closer to the edge.
Pepper lounged innocently nearby.
“Hmm,” I said. “I wonder where those 5 large shrimp went? The shrimp that were resting on the counter you are not supposed to surf on?”
“I don’t know,” Pep said, averting her gaze and then alighting on a nearby toy. “Here’s my tug toy! Wanna play?
“I actually have to finish cleaning the kitchen,” I replied coolly, and set about my work.
Pepper fessed up pretty quickly. “Okay, I know what happened to the shrimp,” she admitted sheepishly. “I was just going to look at them. Up there on the counter, smelling so good. Before I knew it, I had eaten them.”
I sighed. “Peppy, that is the human condition.”
“And the dog condition,” she observed. “But I’m not sure it’s as bad as all that. Now I know how much I like butterfly shrimp!”