Linda Petty is an editor at CNN Living. She likes boxed mixes, tarted-up vegetables, letting produce rot in her crisper, eating breakfast at her desk, raiding your pantry, ice cream cones and other frozen delights.
Some years ago, my family's dog Penny made off with a rump roast that had been left defrosting on a counter while we were all out running errands. My mother assumed the dog ate the entire thing because she couldn’t find even the tiniest scrap left of the meat.
But I found a big hunk of it - several days later when I did a headstand in the box of clothes my siblings and I used for playing dress-up. I screamed, then my mother screamed and Penny went into hiding while we disposed of the now quite ripe evidence.
My parents put religion first on Easter, so although we were allowed to ooh and aah over the Easter baskets, we were not allowed to touch them until we returned from church.
When we got back, the living room was trashed with baskets strewn all over. But very few colorful eggs were found. Pieces of them were found – for days. We found them smushed into the carpet, furniture and under everything.
I would say that our dog Penny paid for her purloining of the eggs. But if you know dogs, you know that we all paid and paid and paid as those eggs digested in her system that expelled a lot of methane gas. Luckily, she didn’t have a death wish – the chocolate bunnies were untouched.
It's a good thing we loved her so doggone much.