Ew, My Naughty Son

So I don't bake with Crisco very often any more. You know, the pure lard thing is bothersome. But I was just baking pumpkin cookies for an ill co-worker, and (trust me) the recipe just doesn't work with butter or margarine.

Upon digging around in the pantry to locate my lone stick of Crisco, I heard something fall. Looked around . . . nothing there. Oh well, maybe I was dreaming.

Fast forward 10 minutes ago to when I walk upstairs and start seeing little remnants of aluminum foil on the stairs. Hmm, what's that? In the bedroom . . . how did the dogs get aluminum foil? Under the bed--jackpot! There it was: the little plastic container of Crisco. Licked clean. HOLY SHINKES, Ronald just ate Crisco--and possible a lot of it! Now, I think this container was the leftover container, and not full. Nevertheless, this can't be good. Oddly, the wrapping is missing. Probably running through Ronald's digestive tract at this minute.

This is going to be ugggly.