A couple weeks ago, I pointed out that our dog, Smokie, is a fine pre-washer of dishes. Not only while the dishes are on the ground, but in the dishwasher as well.
Yesterday, while I was loading the dishwasher, Smokie was hard at work cleaning up the blue frying pan you see in the picture. It had the faint remnants of bacon grease on it and she couldn't resist. She even went so far as to climb up on the edge of the dishwasher door to get at the pan's innermost spots.
I needed to get at the top rack. As I slid it out, she backed up so she wouldn't get knocked in the noggin by the top rack. What she didn't expect, was that the bottom rack would come with her. I guess her dog tags got tangled up somehow in the rack. She pulled harder, out of fear, and the whole rack came crashing out. After a second, more terrified pull, she was free.
She raced upstairs and I didn't see her again for the rest of the day. After I stopped laughing hysterically, I worried if she'd ever come down again. Loud noises are not her thing. Most especially if they are attached to her!
She came down when James came home from school, and seemed to have recovered some from the trauma of the morning. At least she was downstairs.
I fully expected her to avoid the kitchen and the dishwasher like the plague.
Nope. After dinner, she was back at work, prewashing plates and pans.
I guess the lure of crumbs and bacon grease trump the feeling of terror.