About 20 years ago we got hit by a hurricane. At the time my wife was a restaurant manager and she brought home a large brisket from work. The restaurant had lost power so she brought it home and we cooked it up and ate as much as we could. A few days later she was cleaning out the fridge and tossed what was left of it in the trash. Cisco was a junk yard dog and every now and then he would knock the trash can over and rummage through it when no one was looking. I came home from work later and found the mess in the kitchen and cleaned it up. I took Cisco for a walk like I always did in those days. We took our usual half mile trek, but when we got to the front yard on our return, Cisco was super excited to go back in the house. That was a red flag for me, because it was unusual behavior on his part. We went inside and he made a bee-line for his "food rug". We had a ratty piece of carpet for his food bowl. He liked to drop his food on the rug before eating it. He had stashed the piece of brisket behind a box where no one could see it. He started to eat it and I knew it would be a fight to take it away from him. I jangled my car keys and said, "let's go for a ride!". He loved car rides so we took a ride around the block. When I pulled back up, I left him in the car and went inside to dispose of the brisket. I made sure to wrap it up and put it in the outside trash can. Then I went back in and let Cisco in. He went straight to where the brisket was and I'm sure you can imagine the look of disappointment on his face. He was a great dog who lived a long and happy life. He was about 50 pounds and a mix of Chow and Pit Bull. His photo is my avatar. Fun times!
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