This story was sent to me by my friend, Lois.
Jasper and the Unbaked Yeast Rolls
of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate it more. It is a
story that is hilarious in itself and the person that wrote it is a
good writer and made the story even better. Enjoy...
We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the
summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program.
For those of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption,
imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and
committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep
on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can
get without actually performing a French kiss on me.
you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that
Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including
locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost
over $200. But I digress.
weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the
project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me
out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.
I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.
am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so
quickly It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked,
thus the assignment.
I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening
to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can
imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams
#586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room
to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat,
returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.
It was 8:30 PM.
When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock
one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my
worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He
looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin
Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his
cheeks were bloated.
ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious
laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to
give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.
God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that
by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.
arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to
relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first
leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of
the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and
the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in
couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same
time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't
stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.
pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another
few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours)
before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that
he was indeed drunk.
He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after
about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.
to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and
took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal
of the day.
sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive).
Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning
from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and me, we
I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I
say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL
BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or
beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not
the worst of it.
he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike
me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire
trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.
Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we
finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The
dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made
trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a
tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into
something. Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come
out' and Jasper was no exception.
if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you
might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's
digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered
this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house.
Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up
in the car so we could hose down the floor.
was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the
hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the
blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.
finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was
going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a
coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this
wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked
through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.
by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and
dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at
Perry's sister's house.
am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal
both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer
tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report
that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden
inside my closet door.
appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but
decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm
doing research on the computer about: 'How to clean unbaked dough from
And how was your day?