Karen Christensen's thief

He stole her heart on arrival.

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Peggy Pick's Ivan

BASENJI THIEVES

Around the holidays there are all sorts of evil yummies in our house that we normally don’t have.  I was settled on the couch with a piece of lovely shortbread, about to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, catch up on some reading, snuggle with a small dog or two.  Eric was ready to run some errands, so I stood up to kiss him goodbye. I had my arms around my sweetie when he said over my shoulder, “Ivan just stole your shortbread.” Not what I wanted to hear.

Ivan usually waits for us to bring food to him. He just looks at us and we walk over and offer it to him. When Eric finishes his ice cream, he holds out his dish for Dasa and then walks over to Ivan to hold out the spoon. Ivan wants his ice cream, but he fully expects it to be delivered, and it is. Ivan doesn’t have to get out of his comfy bed because he gets good service from his humans.

Dasa doesn’t have the patience to wait, so she lunges for food. She’ll steal it off the fork on the way to your mouth. She steals cookies out of my hand mid-stride. She is a tenacious little hunter of edibles. Ivan will turn up his nose at lemon sorbet. Not Dasa. She’s never met a dessert she doesn’t like.  So I was shocked that it was the puppy boy who stole my breakfast.  Dasa was napping in her bed on the loveseat, and Ivan was snuggled in a little bed next to me on the couch. I thought he sleeping too, but no, he was cleverly waiting to pounce. Never underestimate a basenji.

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Ashley Pistorio's Newton & Bella

Newton is usually a Kleenex thief, used is better but he plucks them right out if the box, too. Bella likes socks and will always find one of Joe's socks in the laundry basket. But yesterday I think they both teamed up. They went for a dress shirt, which I'm convinced they were just trying to transform into a Mandarin collar shirt. No more stodgy button down collar for you Daddy!!

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Lisa Marshall's Casey (vintage tale)

Our 4-yr old Casey ate a roll of stamps that I had on hand to mail our club's premiums for a fun match last spring - left them on the dining room table with the premiums.  I didn't realize the stamps were gone until I went to see why she was licking her paw.  Found a stamp stuck in between the pads and thought, oh, I'd better look for those stamps I left lying out.  Of course they were gone.

Then one day I left $40 (2 twenties) out on the kitchen table for my daughter and went to work.  Casey got up on the table and ate the 2 twenties and a stick of butter.

Most recently she got into the briefcase where I keep some BCOSW folders, including a folder with judging contracts for upcoming specialties.  That folder and its contents now look like a 1/2 sandwich that someone took a big bite out of, sort of a crescent shape if you know what I mean.

Last year she chewed through two strands of Christmas tree lights - unplugged thankfully - so this year we bought new lights and coated the plug and about 2 feet of the cords with Ben-Gay which seems to be working and it makes the house smell so minty!  Ha.

But hey, you have to have that sense of humor or you won't survive with these guys!

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