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Last night I got home from work at a reasonable hour so I decided to make dinner, a nice pasta with sausage. I started cooking the onions and left the sausage on a cutting board on the counter for a minute while I went into the living room. (You can see where this is going...)
A couple of minutes later, I noticed that a certain dog was missing from the living room, and heard some suspicious noises from the kitchen. Sure enough, there was my sweet, well behaved puppy, who would NEVER EVER even DREAM of counter surfing, up on her hind legs finishing off the last delicious bite of what had been half a pound of raw pork sausage. I guess we all have our weaknesses.
As you can see, Biscuit felt very ashamed of her new life of crime:

Untitled by Hamandeggs23, on Flickr
A couple of minutes later, I noticed that a certain dog was missing from the living room, and heard some suspicious noises from the kitchen. Sure enough, there was my sweet, well behaved puppy, who would NEVER EVER even DREAM of counter surfing, up on her hind legs finishing off the last delicious bite of what had been half a pound of raw pork sausage. I guess we all have our weaknesses.
As you can see, Biscuit felt very ashamed of her new life of crime:

Untitled by Hamandeggs23, on Flickr