Dog + Chicken juice/grease = Devil Dog.
I baked a chicken for yesterday's dinner. Roasting pan and cookie sheet were in the sink, soaking. At 12:30 this morning, I am waken by a crash (Hubby slept through it). I run downstairs to find our dog Harley licking the kitchen floor where the roasting pan and cookie sheet now lay. What the $%^&???? Yep, somehow he had flipped the pans to the floor and was having a party for one licking chicken juice/grease off my white kitchen floor. Nice. So at 12:30 this morning I am mopping the kitchen floor. Did I tell you hubby slept through the entire thing?? Double nice.