I am a recent college grad and some of these stories reminded me of the boxer me and some friends rescued named Rosco. Rosco was, for the most part, a pretty well behaved and good tempered dog. We lived in a huge house with 6 male athletes so as you can imagine things were already pretty gross without this madman running loose. He didnt chew up the furniture or things like that, but anything that YOU wanted or anything that people liked Rosco had to have. He ruined countless frisbees, footballs, lacrosse sticks, lacrosse balls, pretty much any type of sporting equipment, which was always lying around. This was bearable. Its the food that drove us all nuts. We should have named him ninja. He was the sneakiest and fastest thief ever. When you are a poor college kid you want your entire 5 dollar footlong, because it’ll probably be your only meal of the day. Any time any of us were sitting down and eating, if we walked away for just a second whatever we were eating was gone. but it wasn’t the fact that it was just gone - there would be no trace that anything was even there. it was remarkable. entire wrappers or fast food bags gone.
The tray was not moved an inch and there was no trail of steak juice or marinade anywhere. It looked as if someone had just plucked the steak up, and hid it somewhere. So naturally I grilled my housemates and accused them of hiding it. We were all in the kitchen together deliberating and they honestly said they didn’t take it- we all immediately looked at Rosco who was sitting next us looking sooooo guilty. When we looked at him and yelled "Rosco" he took off. We all chased him around the house for five minutes, and wreaked havoc on an already messy dwelling. I tackled him with the help of two others and pried his mouth open and smelled his breath...just as i suspected; it smelled of my Montreal seasoning and Worcestershire sauce. We threw him in my friends room, which was where he went when he was in trouble and we all vowed to be mean to him for the rest of the week. We didn’t last a day.
One time a bunch of us went out and bought these really nice expensive rib-eyes and doctored them up to throw on the grill. We put them on the counter and pushed them all the way back so that there was no way Rosco could get them (he wasn’t that big). We went outside to look at the grill and came right back in. maybe 90 seconds. The steaks were all there just how we left them except for the biggest one on the end, which happened to be mine. We figured there was no way it was Rosco because he couldn’t reach them, and there would have been evidence.
me like steak!
