But when the machinery/tooling he has designed goes funky because someone tried to"improve" it, he's usually on a plane to one of many countries to back-engineer it to correct it. I am probably not one of many wives that hears "honey, I won't be home for dinner, I'm on my way to China. don't drink the last beer", but I know I'm not the only one. But it's more work here around the homestead when he is gone, especially with a dog, a full-time job, and a long commute. With the bad knee I have a dog walker, so Abby and I usually do pretty well "bacheloring" it. But Thursday was NOT one of thse days.
For you see, Abby Lab can't do grains. Think Poonami or Poonado. I found that out the hard way during our first long road trip after we adopted her and I fed her some grocery store dog kibble.
I didn't realize there was a cup of treats in the kitchen freezer, in a crunched up brown bag, we'd tucked in there and then forgotten, the majority of our frozen stuff gone into the chest freezer in the walkout basement.
Until I partially defrosted the ice tray.
Until the burrito incident.
For you see, when I melted some of the ice on the shelf for the ice cube tray, some of that melted water dripped down and refroze to other food items below. Not an issue if it's plastic, but an issue if it's a brown paper bag of dog treats.
So when I pulled out my DIY chicken bean burrito with gluten free tortilla in foil, which had frozen to the dog treat package - the treat package ruptured and treats SPEWED out of the freezer onto the floor.
General Electric PINATA!
Abby was estatic as the refigeration SPEWED out a cup of dog treats on the floor.
I had a big mess to clean.
Once I got the remaining treats Abby hadn't snarfed rounded up, I shut off the power to the outlets in the kitchen so the fridge didn't try and cool itself in the process and got out the hair dryer and defrosted the whole thing. When it was ice free, I added a lot of cold stuff back in from the basement freezer to normalize the temperature and then turned the power back on so the 60+ year old moter didn't die of over-exertion.
Finally, she settled down after I gave her ONE treat and her Angry Bird toy.