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Mojo used Christmas break to catch up on his reading. When I got up to get some water, he stole my spot and my Kindle. Maybe he was reading Marley and Me?

Mojo's Thanksgiving

TURKEY COMA: Mojo ate a little bit too much turkey at Thanksgiving.

Mojo likes people food. Any day of the week he'll happily take some turkey from your sandwich, leftover eggs, a potato chip, a carrot. He'll even beg....and steal if necessary. 

Going over to his grandparents' house is a treat because 1) he'll usually eat all of their dog's food as soon as he gets there and 2) he gets LOTS of table scraps. 

Of course Thanksgiving is this dog's favorite holiday (besides the dogpark playdate holiday we have for his birthday). He loves the turkey, the ham, the mashed potatoes....really anything you'll feed him.  While we were eating Thanksgiving dinner, he was panting loudly, begging for food. Matt gave him plenty of turkey, but it still wasn't enough for this dog. So when we weren't looking.....Mojo found his way over to the table where all the food was set up buffet style. The table was waist high. And I looked up just in time to see Mojo, front paws on the table, licking the carved turkey on the platter. I raced out of my chair and got him off the table before he had time to steal that turkey leg he was eyeing, but not before the entire family turned to see our dog slobbering on their turkey.

At least it was funny. And Mojo got a little extra turkey to take with him for later.

Disappearing Act

I went home for lunch and made myself a chicken sandwich. The patty is bigger than the bun so I cut the edges off and fed them to Mojo. That was my first mistake.

Mojo apparently liked it and stuck around to beg, which is pretty typical.

I ate half the sandwich and then went to the other room to check on something. I came back and Mojo was licking the carpet. I went over to see what he was doing, if he was eating his kibble over there or what. I didn't find anything suspicious, so I told him he was a silly dog and went back to my lunch.

Or what was left of it. On my plate was a hamburger bun and tomatoes. No chicken.

And suddenly, I knew why Mojo, looking very proud of himself, was licking the carpet and where my missing chicken patty had gone.

Mojo had reached up onto the bar-height table, and somehow managed to steal just the chicken.

He can reach the tabletop IF he really tries. But the plate wasn't at the edge, so I would have really liked to see him pull that off. He then brought the chicken to his treat spot on the carpet, which explains the licking I witness when I came back to the room less than 2 minutes later. How did he pull it off? Esepcially in that short of time?
Oh well. I guess I know better than to leave chicken unattended while a crafty hungry dog is lurking.