Ya know, counter-surfing in my absence is bad enough when you just nab food, Murphy.
And you taking the frying pan out of the sink was admittedly kinda funny the first time, but the novelty wore off pretty quick, even if you do do a pretty good job of cleaning it.
But the George Foreman grill?! Seriously?
This is what I found when I got home from work tonight. The dog actually took my George Foreman grill off the kitchen counter and carried or dragged it all the way across the house to his dog rug by his dog bed.
I give up. There ain't enough cayenne pepper in the free world to stop this level of thievery. And in two more days, he gets back-up.
I'm so doomed.