Bread

I came in from work on night abot 3 weeks ago and began the painstaking
process of preparing a scratch meal, because my wife doesn't cook.  The
layout was wonderful.  I made a spicy pasta sauce, angel hair, a italian
salad and  cornbread, that would have made Marie Callender blush.  All the
while Yukon K'Jun was there at my feet, providing helpful woo-woos and
demanding samples of everything that I was cooking.  He loved the chicken,
turkey itilian sausage, and tomatoes.  But the little bugger refused to eat
the shrimp.  He took it and proceed to play soccer with it in the kitchen.
After becoming bored with the now mutilated shrimp, he went to his favorite
corner and went to sleep, or so I thought.  Dinner was ready, but we didn't
have any wine so I took the cornbread out the oven and place it on top of
the range to cool.  Then I left to get some wine.  I told my wife to start
without me, but she said she prefered to wait unti I got back. I was gone 20
minute, at the most.  When I returned, I went to kitchen to get the table
preparation and there was K'Jun still "sleeping" in his corner, so I didn't
notice.  I put the pasta on the table with everything else and made one last
rip for the cornbread, and that's when I saw it.  My beautifully golden
brown cornbread was still sitting right were I'd left, but the center of it
had mysteriously disappeared.  There was a seven inche gouge out of our
bread dish, so I asked my wife he she'd had trouble with the cornbread
sticking to pan, and then we heard the crash.  I went back to the kitchen to
find the cornbread pan on the floor and the "sleeping" malamutt(sic)
finishing what he started.  I wanted to hurt him, but all I could do was
laugh at my stupidity. Never underestimate the power of determination.  I'm
still not sure how he got up high enough to get the pan (he was 5.5 months
old, and not tall enough to reach the stove), but we haven't made the
mistake of leaving food unguarded in the realm of our "sleeping" malamute.