It's this guy. Buzz, A.K.A. Little Mr. Gonna-steal-bread-dough-and-eat-it!
Look closely: in addition to the sad face and dead eyes, there are drool bubbles on the baby's chin. : (
Sometimes, for a special treat, I bake my own bread. And normally I don't even give a second thought to Buzz being around the dough while it is rising, because he is very good about respecting human food. Probably because he's properly nourished (yay for raw feeding!), but also because I really do not like it when dogs beg or even watch humans eat, so he's always had very clear direction from me on this point; he ignores human food or he gets put in another room (worst punishment ever!) As such, you can sit next to Buzz on the couch and eat a sandwich. You can even set your food on the coffee table for a second and run to the bathroom. Buzz will leave it alone.
Well, not today. Today I was making rye bread. And Buzz couldn't resist. So, I go in the kitchen to see how the dough is doing and find that Buzz has knocked the pizza peel on the floor and has eaten all the dough.
Yeah. Not good. A pound of rising dough is now in my dog's stomach. That's gonna be a big problem very soon. A softball-sized ball of dough is gonna try to get to the size of a football in Buzz's tummy. Bad.
Time to induce vomiting. To induce vomiting in a dog, you put one teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide for each ten pounds of dog into their stomach (at 60 pounds, Buzz gets 2 tablespoons). You can use a turkey baster or syringe. I just poured the hydrogen into this little creamer, then tipped Buzz's head up and poured the stuff into his mouth.
Then, we went outside to wait for the hydogen peroxide to get all bubbly and gross feeling so that Buzz would ker-kakk. Well, he did. Like 5 times. It was a lot of dough. I shoveled the dough into the trash; made sure Buzz was done puking, then brought him inside. Now, Buzz looks like this.
Part of me feels sorry for the guy. Part of me is still craving fresh rye bread and knows she isn't going to get it! Gah!