Poker Face

In our last post, we told you how much we like 'gold' treats.  Yesterday, we decided that we like gold treats so much that we went ahead and helped ourselves to a few.  I'm sure you're just sitting in your seat in anticipation waiting for the story, so here it is.

One of our owners decided to cook up some chicken breasts yesterday afternoon.  To be exact, he grilled up 1.65 pounds of chicken breasts.  The whole time he cooked the chicken, we made it known to him that we were definitely available if and when he needed a taste tester.  Being the self-centered guy that he is, he had the audacity to taste the chicken himself without giving us any!  The nerve of that guy!

After the chicken was cooked, our owner took the chicken off the grill and put it on a plate to cool down.  Before he cooked the chicken, he cut it up into small chunks (so he could shake them up in wing sauce and have homemade boneless chicken bites....mmmmmm!!)  As the chicken cooled, our owner decided to go outside and take care of a few chores, which took about 10 minutes.  10 minutes is plenty of time for us to take care of something we're interested in.

As our owner worked outside, he wondered to himself why his two loyal canines were not at their usual post (back bedroom window with a full view of the woods and driveway behind the house where the could clearly see their owner).  Giving us loyal companions the benefit of the doubt, our owner decided that we were just taking it easy in the living room.  WRONG!

Upon entering the kitchen, our owner noticed that his plate of chicken had disappeared (well, the plate was still there, but no chicken was present).  As he turned around, no one was to be found, so our owner went into the living room where both of us looked at him with our best poker faces.  We didn't blink, we didn't move, we didn't wag our tails, we didn't open our mouths.....we just sat their looking straight ahead at him.

To give him credit, our owner didn't react negatively at all and instead just said to us, "whichever one of you it was, nice magic trick in making the chicken disappear."  Now, our owner's Grandpa used to call Rocky "the bandit" because Rocky had the knack of taking things he wasn't supposed to and making a game out of trying to recover the lost items.  But with the calm, cool, and collected way that we both played our hands (card hands...it's a metaphor because we don't have real hands, we have paws), our owner has no idea whatsoever as to who ate that chicken and that's the way we like it.

P.S.....the chicken was delicious!!!