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stoutfellowThis is a thing that has happened several times in the past couple of weeks.
I am standing at the closed end of the kitchen, making a sandwich. In front of me, I see the stove, counter space (and sandwich fixings), and no dogs. I can hear Gracie behind me, dancing with anticipation of receiving a bit of the sandwich once it's made. I finish making the sandwich, tear off a couple of bits, and turn around. Gracie dances up to me and receives her treat. Buster is nowhere in sight. I turn back to my sandwich.
Buster is there, between me and the stove.
I have no idea how he does that.
I am standing at the closed end of the kitchen, making a sandwich. In front of me, I see the stove, counter space (and sandwich fixings), and no dogs. I can hear Gracie behind me, dancing with anticipation of receiving a bit of the sandwich once it's made. I finish making the sandwich, tear off a couple of bits, and turn around. Gracie dances up to me and receives her treat. Buster is nowhere in sight. I turn back to my sandwich.
Buster is there, between me and the stove.
I have no idea how he does that.
