The risotto mystery

The risotto mystery, originally uploaded by Poodlematic.

Why are we the first to be blamed when food goes missing? He was defrosting todays Poodle risotto and then put it on the outside table with our bowls ready to dish up and then he left everything to do something else.

The fact that he couldn't find the container of food and that we both had food over our muzzles up to our eyes does not necessarily mean we are the culprits. Those doves are cunning you know! Those holes in the plastic look like savage peck marks to us...

I'm not trying to hide any feathers!

With all the rain we've been having, our humutts keep our kibble inside to stop it from spoiling. This makes it difficult for our feathered friends to come and feast on our food.

Can you believe it: not once, but twice - TWICE - last week we were accused of terrorising, chasing and eating birds. The dead birdlet that was outside by the pool just dropped out the sky. Honestly! It musta had a heart attack or something while it flew over our yard.

And these things on the floor are not from a bird at all. They are dust bunnies from under the furniture that just LOOK like feathers.

Really. Placing the blame on a Poodle Princess is shameful. Butter would be eaten straight away wouldn't melt in our mouths.

Strawberry cream forever!

Well, what a lucky girl I am! My human dad made me a bowl of fresh strawberries and cream. The cream was really Mascarpone cheese which is (especially to a Poodle) the King of Creams.

Back to my story.

So, dad stood there cleaning and halving the strawberries, added the cream and mashed things up a little bit, then put the bowl on the side table and left the room to go work on his computer thing (similar to the one I write my blog on). I was so looking forward to my strawberries and cream that I didn't bother waiting for him to come back into the room and just helped myself! Lekker!

Dad came back - I think he heard the bowl moving around on the table - and stood in the doorway and watched me, then quietly took the bowl away from me and put the strawberries and cream on top of my kibble. Attached photograph as proof that I get spoiled rotten on a Sunday!