I had just pulled the butternut squash out of the oven when nature called. Leaving it steaming on the counter, I did my thing. When I returned I found Scarlet (a border collie) whimpering but having eaten an entire half of the squash. Meanwhile, blind doggie Storie sat nearby. I later realized Scarlet had a couple of blisters on her tongue.
Text on sign:
My name is Scarlet. I jumped on the counter and ate 1/2 of a roasted Butternut Squash. I burned my tongue. I deserved it. PS: I also steal toys from my blind sister. I am a jerk!