Good old dad. He (my human dad) took one look at that upturned BBQ and he laughed. Not just a little chuckle. A huge belly laugh. Then he picked up that half-cooked turkey with his bare hands, brushed it off and plopped it back on the grill. Disgusting! (Not for dogs, of course. I'd eat anything.)
"Gracie! Gracie!" His voice had that put-on gentle tone he learned in obedience class. But I wasn't about to trust it or him.
So, I kept a safe distance behind my favorite tree and waited and waited and waited some more. Until I saw my mom. She was all bundled up in her rain coat and hat and holding my lead.
"Grace! Let's walk!"
So, the day didn't end too badly. Dad even gave me a piece of turkey.
Humans are strange.