Friday, August 20, 2010

The Dog's Dinner

Whatever Lola wants.

Lola gets.

In this case, Lola is an elegant black Great Dane of shiny coat and intelligent eye, who sneaked into the kitchen while we were toasting our friend Guy's birthday at his and Irene's baronial Tudor weekend home outside Grass Valley, and silently, stealthily ate nearly two pounds of Black Dragon tri-tip off the cutting board.

Invited to join the housewarming-and-birthday party at their new weekend home, we had come armed with goofy birthday presents and two beautiful tri-tips from Baron's Meats in Alameda to celebrate the end of the long purchase process and, of course, the birthday boy. The house is lovely, their dogs are friendly, and it was great spending some two-on-two time with two of our most intelligent and generous friends. We played in the Wolf River nearby, sitting in the chilly water and skipping stones as the afternoon whiled away. We toured the property and admired the setting and the house. We cooked dinner together in the companionable kitchen and caught up with each others' doings.

Guy grilled the two Black Dragons to perfection on his space-age grill - one very rare and one medium rare, to please all the eaters. We had taken slices off the two and settled in with our plates of savory meat, grilled corn, steamed green beans and tomato-and-burrata salad out on the deck as the sun set - it was still warm enough to sit outdoors in our short sleeves. Heaven. The meat was as delicious as I had remembered - spicy on the outside, succulent on the inside. Everyone was "oohing" as they took their first bites, and complimenting the chef.

Apparently, Lola was "oohing," too, back in the kitchen. To be fair, her nose is easily counter-level and the meat was just too much temptation. In her five years of life with Irene and Guy, she has never done anything so unladylike so we took no precautions, but the Black Dragons at eye level... well, what would you have done in her situation? All that was left of about two pounds of perfectly cooked meat was a smear on the cutting board.

She didn't even have the grace to look embarrassed. She just licked her elegant chops and laid down on her bed for a nap.

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Blogger Chilebrown said...

Lola sure got a treat. Baron's has great tr-tip.

We made fruitcake one year. We left them on the counter to cool. We had to run an errand and I had not even gone half a block when I realized Alice our dog was in the house. Too late. Soon as we closed the door she was all over that fruitcake.

Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

It reads like a short story, and I kept wanting it to be fiction.
What a tale of a tail!

Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger namastenancy said...

ROFLOL! What a story! Lola certainly got what she wanted and since she is apparently a lovely dog, all was forgiven. You should submit this someplace for a "real" short story as it's so funny and so well told. Like Cookiecrumb said, what "a tale of a tail!
Oh, and the word verification for me is "forke" which is the one thing Lola didn't need.

Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger kudzu said...

Our Sadie (black Lab) once entered the kitchen of our neighbors and walked out with an entire prime rib roast that the lady of the house had "resting" there. She claimed it was from Mill Valley Market, so I felt compelled to replace it with one of their $$$$$$ hunks of beef.

And once we had racks of spareribs on a table next to the grill at our house near East Hampton when the next door dog (another black Lab) made off with the bigger one, running across the field of Queen Anne's lace and chicory flowers. There went half the Saturday night company dinner. (He was from then on known as Jet the Gonif).

Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger Janie said...


Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger Ms Brown Mouse said...

Tigger recently stole a whole slice of Prosciutto and ran off with it, ribboning along behind her!

Friday, August 20, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Chilebrown, Alice - what a great name for a dog! Funny story, too, altho' I'll bet you didn't think so at the time.

Cookiecrumb, nothing but the sad truth here.

Nancy, it was too late to scold her by the time we discovered her sin - and, besides, we knew it was really our fault, not hers.

Kudzu, I had to look up "gonif" - the name was apt. What is it with black dogs and large cuts of meat?

Janie, ooops, indeed. We actually had plenty to eat, and would only have overeaten. Lola must have known that and saved us from ourselves. Right?

Ms Mouse, I have often felt, since Tigger came into your life, that she is more like a mischievous dog than a cat.

Saturday, August 21, 2010  
Blogger Greg said...

Bad dog! A smart,wiley, well fed bad dog. ;)

Sunday, August 22, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Greg, yes, and she got away with it Scot free, as we didn't discover it in time to scold.

Sunday, August 22, 2010  

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