"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?
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).