The mystery of the stolen sausage....
 

So, like I decided to have a fry-up today. Sausages, bacon, mushrooms, egg, baked beans, a piece of toast and a fried slice....mmmmm....actually I could eat that all over again.

Anyway, I got busy with the frying pan and was rewarded with a plate of very nice breakfast and one sausage put to the side for my dog, Pilau.

I left Pilau's sausage on the chopping board on my kitchen worksurface and sat down to eat. Can I at this point just say it was absolutely delicious and well worth the effort? Anyway, as I was eating, Pilau was very interested in the whole sausage and bacon smell that was emanating from my plate and installed himself directly in front of me for the duration of my meal.

As I was mopping up the last bit of baked bean sauce with a piece of fried bread, I explained to him that his sausage was probably still a bit hot (I eat fast) and if he were to eat it right away it would probably burn his tongue, but he didn't believe me. I think he thought maybe I was holding out on him or something, collies are suspicious like that.

So, anyway, I stuck to my guns and said, no, your sausage is too hot, you'll have to wait. Just then my best friend Judah arrived and we said hello and drank a beer and generally forgot about the sausage.

It wasn't until about twenty minutes after Judah left that I realised the sausage was gone!!!!

So, who I wonder stole the sausage? was it Judah.....or was it Pilau?

Smell the breath... pretty specific smell.

Hmmm....hadn't thought of that. Of course it's too late now to retrospectively smell Pilau's breath because now it smells of tinned tripe.

he does seem very happy though. Also about half an hour ago I found him sniffing around the kitchen in a manner suggestive of a dog who expects to find sausages just lying around.......

My basset is a thief... we would have KNOWN who took it.

And...he has form. He once broke into my next door neighbours house....well actually broke in is such a loaded term, the door was ajar...and once inside helped himself to the conveniently placed, newly heated steak and kidney pie which my neighbour had` prepared for his tea.

Perhaps they prepared it for him and they just did not know it at the time?

My brother has a very odd dog who goes by the name of Amber.....a very delicate feminine name for a dog consisting entirely of muscle.....who has taken to stealing carrots. She has learned how to open the cupboard door and fish out the raw carrots which she eats with gusto.

Slightly less funny, was the time we arrived back at my bro's house to find she's half inched a tuppaware tub of scones the children had baked at school. Unable to open the tub she'd just chewed right through the base and eaten the scones from there.

I am fairly sure that's exactly what Pilau tried to articulate when he was caught with gravy covered chops and an empty plate.

One of my cats likes eating carrots. I think that's very weird.

"What?... This is mine, right?"

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LOL. That second one worries me slightly though.

I try.

I used to have a dog that liked guinness....

Good dog!

Unfortunately the same dog used to have a penchant for rolling in cowshit....slightly less endearing than getting drunk on guinness.

I bet the two were connected somehow... they would have been for me.

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I have to ask, is your friend known for eating random food left on counters??

Where's Nancy Drew when you need her?

Someone stole the kishka
Someone stole the kishka
Who stole the kishka,
from the butcher's shop?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone call the cops!

Fat and round and firmly packed
It was hanging on the rack
Someone stole the kishka
When I turned my back
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone bring it back!

Someone stole the kishka
Someone stole the kishka
Who stole the kishka,
from the butcher shop?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone call the cops!

Yusef found the kishka
Yusef found the kishka
Yusef found the kishka
And he hung it on the rack.
He found the kishka
He found the kishka
He found the kishka
Yusef brought it back
Heeeeeyyyyyyyy
Hey!
huh-huh-huh-huh

What we really all are much more interested in, DanaC, is the photos from
"The mystery of the hidden sausage."

But then it would be less mysterious I suppose. Though no less interesting.
:blush:

If it was a cold sausage in the house of a good friend of mine, I might pinch it :redface: ... I'm awfully fond of cold sausages ... :o ...

Aheh....My friend is very partial to the occassional sausage supper.....but I think I have now narrowed the list of suspects:

It was either Pilau.....or Pilau.

So ... how do you know?

One of my favorite tunes from Dr. Demento ...

Whatever you do, don't try to eat this stuff without the appropriate cultural heritage. You won't be able to get it down. It's nasty.

OK.,...and kishka is?

I know Pilau stole the sausage because he's started taking an enormous interest in my kitchen worksurface.....he's taken to checking it out rather regularly....it's almost as if he excpects it to produce sausages at any given moment...hmmm

ha ha ha I wonder what his word for it would be? Like: I imagine my cats would call my hands, my "petters" . . .

When I was growing up Mom would grill out on ALL LOT ,
she would get the fire going ,
then go back in side and get the taters ( or what ever else she was cooking ) , fix a drink ,
then go out and cook what ever she was grilling ,
Oh did I forget to mention she would generly take what ever she was grilling out and leve it on the table on the back patio ,
she did this LOTS !!!
Rosie ( our dog she was an ALLBreed !!) would sit there "Guarding" the steaks
once mom went Back out ,
Rosie had this Verry ashamed look on her face , as she licked her chops .
as Jimmy Buffet said " Temtation got the best of me , and I took a SLASH !!!"
That was the ONLY time she EVER did that .

my cat will tear your arm off for alfalfa sprouts.....well.....shelby's cat. my cat chews plastic bags.

You really don't want to know. Just trust me.

Good pic UT !!!

I been saving it for the right moment.

Kishka is .... the Russian words for guts, but probably means in this instance a rather rough sort of sausage with a high gristle/fat content. Probably originally made by stuffing a kishka ...

Anything like blackpudding? although....black pudding isn't gristly.....but it is delicious

I doubt it, but let's ask Wolf. Hey, Wolf - is kishka like Black Pudding (aka Blood Sausage)?

The sausage thief

This is all very nice, but...have we solved the mystery? I don't see anyone being held accountable for the sausage...though maybe I missed the trial date?

Bah. It wont let me upload the picture *sulks* tells me it's too big. I don't know how to make the file smaller.

The, um...sausage is too big?

Anyway--LJ or UT knows how to do it.

This really frustrating. The pictures I uploaded from my camera are all too fecking big. I can't seem to shrink them down. I can't put them online.

Ask LJ--or Tony.

definitely the right moment- :)

Dana, are you running Windows? Open the picture in Paint, choose Image --> Stretch/Skew, and change the percentages to make the picture as small as you need.

Okay....I've messed around and this is the best I can do. My Photo editor doesn't recognise the files for some reason, and I can't install the editor that came with the camera because I don't have administrator powers on this fecking laptop ( I so have to get my own comp. sorted out!).

Ohhhh...thankyou thankyou thankyou!

Okay, here's a better one (or two)of the sausage thief :P

Is he a beardie?

Yes! yes he is! and he's big for his breed too.....so like beardie with ten percent extra free:)

*prays you got a dyson*

Well.......it's either that or develop a very high tolerance for dander :P

He definately looks guilty though. He's practically turning into a sausage.

[threadjack] I love my Dyson!! [/threadjack]

Selene brought home some leftover choo-choo chicken in a carryout bag from her dinner last night. It was sticking out of the top of her purse. When we went through the living room a few minutes later, our dog was chowing on it on the couch. However, she was not the original thief...she stole it from the two cats who'd nabbed it originally out of the purse when Selene went to check email after arriving home from class.

Frigging cats will get anything edible that isn't nailed down...even if they don't really like it.

That's how I know which of my cats got the treats down from the mantelpiece. Only Dylan attempts to jump up there when he thinks I'm not paying attention. Diz sits and looks longingly at it as if it will start raining freeze-dried prawns again...

What a fantastic image