Pork Roast Plunder

I was good yesterday. I planned ahead for dinner, took a lovely pork roast out of the freezer, put it into the crock pot nice and early, seasoned it well, and set it on low. I went about my daily duties, got some errands done, stopped by the bank, made time for a wee bit of shopping, and came home to the delicious smell of the perfectly done roast. I turned the heavenly hunk o'meat down to "warm," got the table set, and all of the accompanying menu items prepared. Hubby came in from a long day of work, and marveled at the mouth watering aroma. Everyone came into the dining room, ready to feast.

I carefully lifted the roast out of the crock pot and onto the serving platter. I got my sharpest knife and glided it through the end slice. Ah, perfection!

I started to slice off a second piece. The roast slipped a bit on the serving platter...I over corrected with the fork I was holding. It slid the other direction.

Right
On
To
The
Floor

It landed, seasoned side down, on a little rug that I keep right by my kitchen sink. The rug is a favorite place of the pups to lay, so needless to say, it is usually covered in Golden hair. Yesterday was no exception. My glorious pork roast was laying on the floor, covered in dog hair.

Hubby came to the rescue, and I can thankfully say even though they came running when I yelled as the roast fell (and, boy o boy, did I yell...) the dogs were very well behaved and listened to my panicked "LEAVE IT" command. Hubby gave the roast a bit of a rinse, plopped it back onto the platter, and proceeded to slice the rest of it up. It wasn't the same though, the thought of my tainted roast, covered in pooch hair suddenly became extremely unappetizing. What a shame!

The majority of it got eaten though, with only a few complaints. I can honestly say that that was the first, and hopefully the last time I've ever had the main course of a meal wind up on the floor.

What's a girl to do?