It's tough to scare a husky

I was at a buddies house and we decided to make some microwave popcorn. Did you know that crap can go bad? Us either. We put the aforementioned package in the nuker, set the time, and returned to our Kung Fu movie. (shut up)
A few minutes later we smell that lovely aroma of water expanding and popping corn. Not too long after that, we all see each other sniffing the air, as something is now amiss. We head into the kitchen where something is glowing in the microwave.
We pop the door and a block, yes...a door shaped block, of smoke wafts out promptly filling the house with...hmmm. Image if the kernels had been soaked in panther piss overnight. Now you're getting close...but remember...it's burnt too.
We stand there gagging for a minute until the phone rings. My buddy's wife is on her way home. Now, we all love her to death. But A) she will beat all of our asses if she gets home gets one whiff of what has now filled the entire house, And B) she would never, ever let us live it down.
One of us find the grilling tongs and chuck the still glowing and smouldering mass into the backyard. The husky takes one look/smell at it and begins grunting and trying to scare it away...good luck. We throw open every window we can find, get some fans going, and every last one of us found religion.
And like a scene out of a movie when the wife arrives home there's just a faint smell of burnt popcorn.

We've not been allowed to cook in her house since.