I'm the worst parent ever

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#1

OK. Setting the stage. Murphy is my 120 pound Male yellow Lab. He’s a goof and everyone knows him. He’s one of those smiling dogs that likes to run around and growl and talk to everyone…very awesome vocally with people. Very fun. All the kids in the neighborhood know him.

So…my honey makes some egg casserole thing this morning for a breakfast she went to…turned out horrible…looked and smelled good but undercooked, and meh. Whatever. Live and learn and experiment and we’ll do it better next time.

Fast forward to tonight.

We live in a semi-rural part of Germany…so lots of woods all around us. My knucklehead 14 year old boy is sent out with this giant glass pan of egg/hashbrown/cheese baked monstrosity out into the woods to throw it away…all good.

Knock on the door an hour later.

Neighbor is laughing at Murphy running around being a spaz and brings him home. How did we let the dog go missing for so long? How the hell did we not notice our dog was missing?

I went looking…Murphy has eaten the entire, like, 4 pound pan of omelet/egg/hashbrown/cheese mixture in the woods and is just all as pleased with himself as can be.

I’m so not looking forward to three this morning when he wakes me up to go outside. facepalm

We might just be the worst Lab parents ever. EVAR.

Good times!

-Trey

#2

You had me worried. I thot that was going to go to a very dark place. I’m glad the puppy is ok. Well, until digestion kicks in.

#3

I’m sure he’ll be fine - eggs are good for a dog’s coat, right? :slight_smile:

#4

Dogs are like goats- don’t ask me how I know.

#5

You may find a large steaming ‘Frittata’ on your floor in the morning… :smiley:

Oh… Farten-nuggen! :eek:

#6

Semi rural you say. Lemme guess…the Schwarzwald or Teuteburger Wald. :smiley:

#7

Well, actually, we’re at Ramstein Air Base, but we live just a few minutes north of the Base. We also live right on the edge of the woods, so no houses or anything but forest in front and beside us. Gorgeous.

As it turned out, Murphy did fine…woke me up about 0430 (not terrible…I’m an early riser) and then had no issues later in the day. Apparently he loved Mom’s baked egg concoction. Go figure! Eh. He’s a goofy dog and more fun than should be allowed in a four-legged kid.

-Trey

(J does need to work on that dish, though…seriously…eww. Great recipe…terrible execution. This is why I’m the chef in the house. Lord, my awesome woman would starve me if I relied on her to cook. Murphy has no complaints…)