Earlier this week, along with making his standard loaves of sourdough bread, Dad finally got around to making cinnamon rolls…something Mom has been requesting for a month or so as part of our bartering system with some of our new neighbors who have left sweets on our doorstep. Strangely, it usually takes them getting a text to go check the front porch for the goodies despite Zoe announcing the encroachment of possible intruders outside…and the amazing smells that were wafting under the doorway.
As an example of their general cluelessness, awhile back Zoe was going nuts at the front of the house while the rest of us were chilling in the back of the house. Both Mom and Dad tried to calm her but their attempts were for not. Finally Mom decided to open the front door and show her that there was nothing there. However, to their surprise (them being the humans) two of Chef Mikes children were standing out there with a plate of brownies! Our parents were shocked and slightly embarrassed because the kids probably heard them cursing out Zoe for how long? HAHAHAHA.
Back to the cinnamon rolls. Dad finished them after lunch and once they had cooled some he put them in the part of the oven that wasn’t heated for the baking phase. Mom was busy Zooming in her office upstairs and he had to run out to pick up some groceries. The rolls were unattainable to us pups in his absence…grrrrr.
Upon his return, and Mom finishing up with her meetings, the rolls were taken out and placed on the counter where about half of them were divided up for some of the neighbors. Once appropriately wrapped up by mom, the packages were delivered in short order and the remainder of the pan pushed to the far back of the counter.
In the meantime, without proper supervision in the kitchen, Zoe helped herself to the rest of the pan of these tasty treats – or at least she told me they were good…no one else in our house got any! The noise of Zoe licking the frosting off the aluminum foil is what got her busted but somehow she had gotten the glass casserole dish onto the floor without anyone knowing.
Of course consuming SO much food without her enzymes mixed in, Zoe had quite the bad belly most of the night. Dad got up twice in the middle of the night for her episodes of the scoots. The third time Zoe seemed agitated Mom quickly got up to let her out but Zoe instead jumped on the bed and took Mom’s spot and fell back asleep.
Eventually, over the course of the following day which included a couple of appropriately enzymed kibble, Zoe’s belly issues were resolved and everyone slept well the following night.
Next time he makes these rolls a couple of co-workers of Mom requested they get some rather than Zoe. Best of luck to our parents with that goal – Zoe is CRAFTY!!!
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