Grease is the Word

We had such a beautiful day yesterday.  It was just perfect for barbecuing.  I have one of those beer-can-chicken things that you sit a whole chicken on top of for grilling purposes, so I filled it with some leftover flat pop that M had put in the fridge the night before after coming home from seeing the new A-Team movie.  I plopped a chicken on top, rubbed some bagged spices on it, and put it on the grill.  It takes about an hour and a half to get the chicken good and cooked.  After each 30-minute interval I go out and turn the chicken for even cooking.

After yesterday's chicken had cooked for an hour and I went out for the last turn, Bandit came out with me.  When I was done I came back inside but Bandit wanted to continue being outside.  After a bit I went to the slider to take a peek at what he was up to.  He was underneath the grill licking chicken grease off the wood below.  When I told him no and asked him to come here, he came right over.  Fortunately, I realized he was a mess before I let him run straight into the house.  If he didn't have the white stripe running down the back of his neck I never would have noticed the greasy mess, but since his white streak was now orange, there was no question of what had happened.  It was obvious that while he was underneath licking chicken grease, it was also dripping on top of his neck (orange Vietnamese spices and all!).

I yelled for K to bring some warm water and the Palmolive.  I had just given Bandit a good bath about two weeks ago and had used up the very last of the pet shampoo.  His neck hair was thick and gloppy and saturated in chicken grease.  It was a complete mess!  Fortunately, that Palmolive cut right through and I was able to spot wash his neck area.  Today, his ears still look a little wet because they obviously have a slight coating of grease left in them.

Silly boy.  Such typical dog behavior, and we can laugh about it now.  At the time we thought uh oh, he's going to get diarrhea from this for sure.  But all seems good today, thankfully.

The scene of his doggy fun is shown below.  Obviously, hot dripping chicken grease didn't phase him; I guess that double coat comes in really handy at times.  And now we can't remember if there's supposed to be something underneath the main cooking area that's supposed to catch all that falling grease.  We usually put a foil sheet where the dark spot on the wood is.  I'm sure that wouldn't have stopped our determined little grease licker.