Hot dog!

I can’t believe it! I simply can’t believe it! If I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes…well, even seeing it I have a hard time believing.

I’m sure you wonder what I’m talking about, so I’ll tell you. My dog has learned how to cook!

Don’t believe me? Frankly, I don’t blame you. I barely believe myself. But I’ve got proof, right here, right in front of me. An entire meal, hot and ready to eat, prepared while no one but Pepper was at home! (I’ve already called all my family and checked–no one has even attempted to take the credit.)

Even while in shock I can figure out what happened. I am guilty of underestimating Pepper’s intelligence. Whether good or bad, and we have a genius dog.

It’s funny. I had noticed the intense stares I received each time I entered the kitchen to prepare a meal. I simply thought that Pepper was just exhibiting the nosiness normal for Schnoodles. And, of course, that eternal hope that a little food would fall to the floor.

Little did I know that Pepper was watching me so that she could learn to cook. Amazing! I so misjudged her intense gaze.

But honestly, can you blame me? Has anyone else heard of a dog that could cook?

Hey, what is that noise? It sounds…I think it sounds…yes, it sounds just like the Jupiterians trying not to laugh too loud. Like when they play one of their jokes on someone and….

Wait a minute! Does that mean this was another of their jokes? Pepper hasn’t learned to cook?

Sometimes life with the Jupiterians is a little too, well, unusual!