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Who Wants Lasagna?

I’ve been subbing at Chicky and Rooster’s school, which is conveniently located next to the subdivision I live in.  Thus, it’s very easy to run home during my 50-minute lunch.

Soccer Chick frequently takes the opportunity to special-order lunch (i.e. she wants me to bring her something hot to eat…much more appealing than her PB&J).  Today was no exception as she requested two slices of lasagna…one for her and one for Guy Friend.

Not a problem.  I stuck them in the toaster oven (we don’t microwave anything) and ran outside to play with Molly.

She and I have a regular routine now…one she counts on daily.  It goes like this:

I let her outside, where she turns and waits for me until I join her.  She then grabs her ball and drops it at my feet, taking a seat to wait for me to throw it…

See how she’s at the ready?  It’s absolutely the cutest thing.

I throw the ball, and she runs after it, sometimes catching it mid-air.  Then, she returns for the next throw…

We spent about ten minutes outside before heading back in.

When I walked in, I saw the pan of lasagna I had left out and Pele sitting on the floor next to the counter.

He licked his lips.

Then he licked them again and glanced at the pan.

I looked from one to the other, growing suspicious.

I gently grabbed Pele’s snout and inspected it for signs of food.  I saw a little white on his mouth.

Could it be ricotta cheese?

I took a closer look at the pan of lasagna, but I couldn’t find any obvious areas that might have been disturbed by my furry friend.

So then I did what I thought I would never do.

I smelled Pele’s breath.

Definitely lasagna breath.

Ugh.

Almost an entire pan of lasagna gone to the dogs.

However, I didn’t have time to chunk it, so I did the unmentionable.

I placed the Saran Wrap over the top and stuck it back in the fridge.

Say it ain’t so!

Yes, I sure did.

I knew that the Mr. wouldn’t be eating any of it.  He’s lactose-intolerant.  Chicky would be babysitting after school, and Rooster was catching a ride home with me.

I figured I would get home in time to dump it before some unsuspecting person ate from the doggy “bag,” so to speak.

Before I left, I managed to snap this photo of Pele, who looks quite pleased with himself…