Turns out the lady a block down would put
the shortening out on her porch to cool after frying dinner (can you
guess I live in the South?). So dumb dog, who only has brains in her
legs, hops the fence, runs down the street, and grabs a snack.

Pat

Good that it wasn't a pie laid out to cool.

Or a pic-i-nic basket.

Hey hey BooBoo