Pippin loves food.

Pippin is smart.

Putting those two attributes together, we sometimes have some very interesting events happen around here. For instance, there was the time when Pippin ate the cookies…

Our family was all outside, for some reason, and I don’t remember why. Pippin got left inside. We had just been eating some of the last chocolate-chip cookies, made a few days ago. The cookies were left in a round glass container, and covered neatly with plastic wrap.  I came back inside, and guess what I found? Pippin on the table, head in the container. He ran when he saw me, but that’s not the whole of it; When I walked up, I found that Pippin had not torn the plastic wrap to get in it. Oh no. He had peeled it back, no rips. It was peeled about a fourth of the way back, and only one cookie was left. I could hardly believe my eyes. What a naughty dog! My eyes must have bugged out at the sight of that plastic wrap. Smarty!  I think he had eaten something like four cookies, I don’t remember exactly now, but a fair amount for a dog that only weighs 11 pounds!  

More recently, my youngest sister caught him with his paws on the counter, scratching at a huge platter with chicken on it, trying to make it flip over and fall to the floor…

But the most memorable time is the one that my Mom never fails to mention when Pippin’s naughtiness in the stealing area is brought up. We were having tacos, or something like that, something that requires a lot of cheese (with a family of six, two of which are adults, and two more are teenagers, we eat a lot). My Mom had grated 2 pounds of cheese – enough for other meals too.  She set the big bowl on the table and moved back into the kitchen to finish getting everything else ready. By the time she turned back into the dining room, Pippin had jumped on the table, and had had his scrawny head in the bowl, for who knows how long. My Mom gave a cry, and Pippin leapt from the table and ran. When she came and peered into the bowl, there was nothing left!!! Pippin had eaten 2 pounds of cheese!! Needless to say, he was punished, and then watched anxiously for days. Nothing adverse happened. We were concerned that we might have to take him to the vet for a blockage or something!

To this day, that piece of mischief still gets my Mom the most. I must admit, it makes me laugh when I think about it. What a bad dog! I guess I shouldn’t expect much else though. After all, he is an Iggy!