Well, it finally happened--Dirty Harry the Chocolate Lab learned to open the refrigerator.
While we went out for ice cream, he feasted on part of a roast, a pound of browned ground beef, a large side salad with tomato and cucumber, a stick of butter, some tortillas, several slices of bread, the bag the bread came in, eight raw eggs without the shells, and a napkin.
Needless to say, he doesn't feel so hot. Penny wanted to wrestle, but he wagged politely and went to bed early. I offered him a Pepcid with bacon grease on it, and for the first time since he came to us, Harry did not eat.
Now I know he's sick.
Tomorrow I go out to buy a kid-proof lock for the fridge.