"Who too my meat?"
The house was empty except for Toby, the 17 year-old shepherd mix. he's my roommate's dog. Toby rolled his eyes up to me thumped his tail.
"Did you open the freezer?" I asked him.
At times Toby seems to understand English. Just the other day I was sweeping the floor and singing a silly song about Toby's hair (He sheds because he's old and I'm more allergic to him than I am most animals. ) and I hurt his feelings. Pretty remarkable considering he's mostly deaf. Anyway, he scurried down the basement to pout until I apologized.
Mostly, I get a kick out of him because if Meat Head were a real dog, he'd be Toby. But opening refrigerators is not in Toby's skill set and that let me scratching my head on what happened to the beef.
Two days passed. I noticed a smell. Can you guess where the smell was coming from?
Yeah, that's wrong too.
As it turned out, I put the beef on the top-shelf of my kitchen cabinet instead of the freezer. Why? I don't know, but what I'd really like to find out is, what did I put in the freezer?
So where's your beef been lately?