Dogs and Their Owners

They say that people start to look like their dogs, or maybe its the other way around.
              I will say, this is definitely true. Maybe not so much with my Great Dane. Who is tall, lanky, and in good shape. But my Lab Baloo. Now he and I have alot in common.
            Baloo is short, stubby, out of breath walking a short distance. Also way out of shape.

What I DO have in common with both my animals, is that we all LOVE food! We can all sniff it out, figure out exactly where we need to go!
           The only difference is they are both able to reach things and food that i am just way to short to reach.

Which brings me to this;

A few days ago, I had gotten this wild hair up my ass that I needed to bake. ALOT of baking was done that night. I had made lemon bars, brownies, cookies, cupcakes. I went CRAZY. 

            So when everything was cooling off, I put everything on the top shelf in my kitchen. I was on my tip toes trying to put my goodies up thinking this was a safe place. With my dogs help, I got ready for the gym and left. 

        I'm sure if your reading this, your already thinking you know whats to come. Just you wait.

Now, the way my house is set up. I don't see the kitchen right away. I have to actually look in the kitchen to see if anything is hidding. 

So I get home, shower, get ready to finish up my goodies with frosting and decorating. 

I walk into the kitchen and I see 3 out of the 4 pans on the ground. Completely wiped clean. Like if you had seen them, you would think I had never even used them. 

Now here is my theory. My Great Dane, grabbed the pans standing on her hind legs and pulled them off the self. Then, her and my lab had this amazing feast of cookies, lemon bars and cupcakes. 

At least they saved me the brownies I suppose. 

        Now before you start panicking, my dogs are completely fine and okay. They just had the shits for a few days. I was blessed to have dogs that can basically eat whatever they want and be okay. 

Sometimes it makes me wonder which one is worst. Kids or dogs? 

         At least with kids you know exactly where they can reach. They have X amount of height to them. But with dogs, there is basically no way to know their exact height. I know for sure my dogs will NOT even let me try to measure them at all. 

       Maybe its just my dogs that are giants that they can reach wherever they want! 

Now I am off to let my dogs in from outside, seeing the joys of their muddy masterpieces on the floor!

Until next time!