|No more bacon and eggs for me.|
After the rattling can failed, Sha, the dog trainer made a crazy suggestion that I yell at the counter.
"Bad counter! Bad!" I whipped that granite with a dishtowel and chastised it soundly for giving up Dean's breakfast. I yelled at the dishwasher too because those dirty spoons were "Not for sharing!"
Poppy was shocked! She wanted no part of all that hostility. Her little tail went down and she slunk away to the living room to hide behind Sally.
Now when I cook she stays out of the kitchen. Her pilfering days behind her. I hope. ;)