This is the situation. Who ever built my kitchen before I bought the house did not have any animals. As you can see the island range is in actuality an open range for the dogs. I have fought a loosing battle to keep the dogs off the counters. I have given up. I just wash them down every time I am about to cook or prepare food. Now the problem is the new dogs they are loving cuddly,cute little hooligans that give Damn Dog a new meaning.
About 3 in the afternoon just about the time the kids get home the phone rings at work. Hi Mom how are you? I'm fine, what do you want. She says" I have some good news and some bad news which one do you want to hear". I said "The dogs ate the last knob on the stove, whats the good new". Hey how did you know Mom? I found it this morning before work. It sucks to be you guys. Mom how we going to cook. I said "It's not my problem I warned you all about leaving the knob on the stove". I can live a long time on bagels and coffee how long can you live on bread and water? So whats the good news? She said"There isn't any I just didn't know how to tell you we can't cook tonight".
A few days go by and they are whining something awful now the oldest is home from college and mad because she was not part of this mess and she is not able to cook. She says "Mom call Jason the handy man" No you call him. She picks up the phone and calls him and complains I won't fix the stove can he. I yelled across the room its the girls problem you don't have to fix it. The phone was shove at me and I was told "Mom ask him to fix it". I laughed and told Jason what happened and he said "I don't know where to get new knobs for the stove but maybe the dimmer switch on the lights might work". I told him "Thank and hung up. Went to the wall pulled the dimmer switch off and tried it. It was way too small so I put it back, put on the coffee and popped a bagel in the toaster.