So last night
klages came over for dinner, which was very nice. She found her favorite Gary Larson cartoon in our big-ass compendium of Gary Larson's work; we ate tortellini and garlic bread and Avocado watched American Idol too loudly in the next room. And Emily was a pain in the ass. Kept barking and whining and being a general agitated dog. I gave her treats, sat with her, even took her out twice but--no joy--the minute she got back in the house the agita started again. It wasn't until Ellen had left and I was pottering about that I found that one of the burners in the kitchen was on, although the flame had blown out. The gas smell was pretty strong.
The minute I turned off the gas, the dog quieted down.
Next time Emily becomes a pain in the ass for no apparent reason, I'm going to look in the kitchen to see what's what. Lassie's not the only smart dog in town, clearly.
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The minute I turned off the gas, the dog quieted down.
Next time Emily becomes a pain in the ass for no apparent reason, I'm going to look in the kitchen to see what's what. Lassie's not the only smart dog in town, clearly.