I love hanging out near the dishwasher. My happiest moments are spent there, helping my person "clean the plates" as they get added to the dishwasher. There's some yummy stuff on some of those dishes! Others, not so much. I have to work fast, because you never know when I'm gonna get shooed away.
Another reason I love to hang out there is meal preparation. MY meal preparation. The counter above the dishwasher is where that mouthwatering can-opening sound happens, and the luscious scraping and plopping sounds of the deliciousness being transferred to my dish, and Dougal's, too.
One day, I was extra excited because my bowl was hanging out over the edge more than usual. I was trying to get close to it to sniff it, and I distinctly remember using the door of the dishwasher as a sort of stepping stool. Hmmm. Unusual, because the door is usually up. I guess she had just taken the bowl out of the washer and had left the door down. I bet by now you've guessed what happened next. Yep. Full bowl of food, face down inside the dishwasher. I heard her say "Crap. That's gonna take a while to clean up..." Then she looked at me, looked inside the dishwasher, removed the bottom rack and let me loose!
HEAVEN!!!!!!!
