…especially when we visit our good friends Bill and Sarah (and their dog Bowery) in San Francisco.
Over the span of numerous visits up there, Mr. Fabulous has gotten her inquisitive (and hungry) nose into quite a number of their things.
One time, she literally opened the door to their bedroom, then snuck into their bathroom and ate an entire bar of soap out of their shower. Another time, she got into Bowery’s bin of dry dog food and ate until she literally couldn’t eat another bite. Luckily, her stomach didn’t burst… and at least it wasn’t Aleve.
Last month while we were there visiting, she got into their butter dish. Somehow, she got up on the counter and pulled the ceramic dish toward her. The bottom tray fell to the floor and shattered, but the actual stick of butter (and the lid that was covering it) miraculously stayed on the counter.
She’s like a goddamn magician, pulling the tablecloth from the table without disturbing the vase of flowers and fine china resting on top of it.
A few days after we got back to Los Angeles, Bill sent us this email:
Of course, we replaced it:
Never take full blame,