BBQing in the Summer

It is a common pastime for many a family. Fire up the BBQ and grill something delish for dinner. Ryan decided to BBQ the other day... unfortunatly it occurred IN our house and happened while we weren't home. No need to worry, nothing caught fire and all that was permenently damaged was a 1.5 quart pot that now resides at the bottom of the garbage can. He started out with good intentions. Ryan took all of the scraps from the steak he cut up for the actual BBQ and was boiling it down to make soup stock for another night. Unfortunaly, he forgot that it was on the stove when he left for Cooper's puppy class and I was not home to remind him. The end result... a VERY smoky house (I couldn't see the ceiling when I walked in) and one very scared black dog. Poor Ayla was inside the whole hour and a half we were gone. Ryan left her in so that she could stay cool so she was present for the entire catastrophe. Poor Ayla, who, for those of you that now her, is a scidish dog anyway, had to endure blaring fire alarms and A LOT of smoke. In fact, as Ryan approached the house he realized what he had done (you could smell it from the street) so he parked, ran, unlocked the door and ran towards the kitchen. On his run in all he saw was a black streak run the other way and out the door. She hung out on the front lawn until the smoke detecors had settled down. Our house smelled like the turkey leg stand at the state fair for about a five days but it has really cleared up (partially due to the Costco sized bag of baking soda that has been spread everywhere and vacuumed up--I love you Dyson). Ryan will not be delving into anymore new culinary experiences in the near future. :)