I’ve told this story before but since we had turkey bone soup tonight for dinner and since Jane commented about her Jack Russell being on the table, I figured I should share this story.
Rita adopted us in October 2013 or 2014. That year for Thanksgiving, we went to the home of friends for Thanksgiving Dinner. The lady was going to throw the turkey bones away and I said “No! I’ll take them and make turkey bone soup!” She had left a ton of meat on those bones so we took it home. Vince sat down at the table and picked the meat off the bones – white meat on one tray and dark meat on another. Before I put it all away, we walked outside for something. We couldn’t have been out more than 5 minutes. We came in. Vince looked at one of the trays and said “Did you already put some of that meat away?” No! He said “I know that’s about half of what was on that tray!”
Rita, that tiny, shy little chihuahua, was sitting on the floor licking her lips. All the chairs were pushed under the table. There was no way she could have jumped into a chair and squeezed through the little opening to reach the turkey or get onto the table. We were baffled . . until one night we had friends over for dinner. I said “Leave the dishes on the table. I’ll clean them up later.” The kitchen was too small for two people to get around in there. I made sure all the chairs were pushed under the table because I still didn’t trust Rita.
We went out and sat on the porch for a while. The back of the sofa was about 4′ from the table. Our friend got up to go to the bathroom and just as he got to the door, he said “What the heck?” We knew he was looking through the door and weren’t sure what he had seen. He turned around and said “That dog just jumped from the back of the sofa onto the table.”
From that day on, we learned to take every single thing off the table. If she could see even a fork, she would jump to the table. I’ll never know how she managed to do that and I guess she always made it. Of course, once she lost her eyesight, that all stopped but never underestimate what a very determined dog can do.
Cilla says
I just love naughty pups. I’m such an enabler.
judy.blog@gmail.com says
I do too. That’s why I asked for one that had some spunk. I’d also love one that sits on my lap but one always looking for trouble is so much fun.
JustGail says
I remember seeing a video someone took trying to figure out how things were getting knocked off the counter. The dog (border collie?) was pushing a chair from the table to the counter and using that to get on the counter. I’m kind of surprised that it wasn’t simply jumping up, but maybe the counter was too slippery?