Where's the Beef? (Pork, actually.)

This weekend has been rather slow and relaxing. After having 2 weeks off of Sunday school and Kids Praise we were back up and running yesterday. We had a full crowd! Since yesterday was Epiphany, we talked about the visit from the Wisemen. It was a great lesson. After church, Nathan and I grabbed lunch and went to his moms for a short visit. Then, I took my usual Sunday afternoon nap. When I woke up I decided to fix a pork tenderloin for dinner. It was so delicious! Nathan and I ate about 1/3 of it. Easy....with 2/3's of it left, dinner was decided for Monday night, too. WRONG! What I'm about to tell you will shock you, I know.

The rest of the pork loin was on the counter, still on the cutting board. We left it there because....we are lazy. You see, Desperate Housewives came on and we sat down to watch it. We had to! The cliffhanger from the fall was almost too much to take. Were Lynette's kids ok from the tornado? Did Tom surivie the twister AND his asthma attack??

During commercials we took the trash out, got the dirty dishes going, put away leftovers and checked movie times. We saw that THE GREAT DEBATORS was showing and we had to hurry if we were going to make it in time for the previews. So, knowing I had one more thing to do (put away the pork tenderloin) I went to the kitchen and saw the empty cutting board. I thanked Nathan for wrapping it up and putting it away. Here's how that conversation went:

Me: Thanks for putting up the meat
Him: I didn't put it up
Me: Well, then where is it?
Him: (looking in the fridge) i didn't touch it!
Me: (also looking in the fridge) I didn't touch it either!
Me again: Nathan, stop kidding! Where is the pork tenderloin?!?!
Him: I'm telling you, I promise I didn't touch it!


After we both were able to get rid of our dazed and confused expressions, we looked down at Zeta. She was sprawled out on the carpet napping oh, so sweetly. Her belly looked extra full. We went back over to the cutting board and there we saw the proof. Drops of pork juice dropping off of the cutting board onto the counter, running down the cabinets to the floor. I went over to her bed in the laundry room and saw (and smelled) the big drool puddle of her delectable dinner.
Needless to say, she spent the night outside. We think she learned her lesson and we must admit we learned our too. We won't leave yummy smelling meat within her reach.This is Zeta when she was a little puppy. What a sweet little face! She's back inside. Back in good graces. Probably, dreaming of a good Tbone.