So we learned the other night that Belle likes hot picante salsa. Well I just found out how much she likes it when I dropped a whole bowl full of the stuff on the floor last evening. (And yes, there was an anguished scream accompanying this senseless loss.)
By the time that I went and got the paper towels to clean it up, Belle was already in the room, slurping up the potent stuff as fast as she could. Twice I pushed her aside only to have her dive back in again, and I finally had to raise my voice and order her out of the room. Silly dog appears to have consumed about half of the jar and even after I got it all cleaned up she was still sniffing around the floor where the spill was, trying to lick up even a bit more.
I could not eat half a jar of this in one setting, and my eyes still sting just from the clean-up of that wickedly good stuff, but she was just sitting here looking happy and content and trying to get more. I admit it--I was impressed.
Of course a little while later, someone was as sick as a...well, you know. Looks like I'll be renting a carpet cleaner again. I really should just buy one--it'd be cheaper and easier in the long run.
I hope that Belle learned a lesson from this. Maybe this time I'll even learn one. Dogs and hot picante salsa do not mix!