Fridays are Golden

Some households have rules for the dogs. In other households, the dogs rule. Our household is definitely one with rules for the dogs.

One of those rules is that dogs cannot be in the kitchen area when I am cooking dinner. There is too much danger involved in moving hot liquids or food from the stove to the counter, not to mention tripping over a dog who is invariably lying right in the way.

The dogs know this rule, but we follow a ritual every single evening. When I go into the kitchen to start dinner, both dogs stand at the edge of the room as if to say, “Anything there for us?”
There never is. The only things they ever get from the kitchen are ice cubes. So I tell them, "Get out of the kitchen, girls."




Ellie will then go lie down somewhere.

"OK, mom, I'll watch from here."

Lucy, on the other hand, will move to a different place near the kitchen.

“How ‘bout I just stand here to watch?”

"No, Lucy, get out of the kitchen."

She immediately walks around the hallway and stands at the dining room entrance to the kitchen.

“Oh, did you mean this door too?”

"Yes, Lucy, get out of the kitchen."

Then Lucy will go lie down, usually next to Ellie.

This little scenario plays out every single evening. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s a game to them. Who knows what these goofy Golden Girls are thinking.