
After seasoning a bunch of RAW Flat Iron Steaks for dinner, I fed the dogs and walked away from the kitchen. Not 10 seconds later, I heard the plate moving on the kitchen counter. I walked back into the kitchen and Israel RAN out and 5 steaks were missing from the plate. He wallowed around the house all evening, sick as the proverbial dog.
Ha ha ha! Poor baby, I'm there every Thanksgiving. Too bad you don't have a belt and pants to undo to relieve the discomfort.