ROTTEN FUCKING DOG............
And no, for once I am not talking about the Goat Puppy. It appears that Jack's back is healed enough now that he can reach the kitchen counters again! I made a whole chicken today for dinner. Steve took it off the bone and put it in a dish. He went out to get pudd'n some dinner. When he got back, the dish with the chicken was on the kitchen floor and Jack's belly was looking pretty full. Bastard!