Martha has been experimenting with a new behavior which I do not enjoy.
She has been nabbing food, primarily baked goods, off the kitchen counter. A whole loaf of banana bread? Check. A pan of brownies. Yep. Muffins. Uh huh.
The other day, as Scott and Sophie went out the front door, I think Martha forgot I was home. I could hear her walking around, sniffing, and then the crash of a plate falling to the floor. I hollered from the other room (unable to get up quickly) and she froze. Then slunk to her dog bed, refusing to give me eye contact while her accomplice (Ace) snarfed down the remnants of Sophie’s breakfast.
Maybe this is something everyone with big dogs deals with, but until recently, Martha was always an angel when left alone in the house. It slightly pre-dates Ace’s arrival so we can’t blame him, and Oliver can’t jump up that high so it’s unlikely that it was a feline taunting that helped her realize her own height.