I just took medication for my headache because I thought it would be wonderful to crawl back into bed in my darkened, cool room and sleep all day. Then I realized it’s June 5, and I was supposed to get my car inspected in May.
I have to leave the house.
I hate wasting a good pill like that.
Subject change: My sister thinks my dogs are too thin. I just think in the never-too-rich-or-too-thin department, my dogs chose looking fabulous over accruing wealth–much like my writing partner. However, I approved Debby’s promise to take them to Wendy’s for a cheeseburger even though the meat would be cooked, not raw.
In the end, she actually brought Wendy’s bacon cheeseburgers (hold the onions!) to them. This is what happened.
The forty-second meal: twenty-five seconds to arrange food in bowl, fifteen seconds to eat. That’s fast food.
how cute that she put the burger in the bowl. i just hand them to Dash
In a two-dog household, bowls are the way to go.
Please don’t include any “Later that day, when the vomiting ensued” follow-ups!
She looks like a very proud auntie 🙂
No vomiting, I promise. I didn’t even hear any stomach gurgles last night. I do think Wendy’s should use them for an ad, however, so they could be thin AND rich.
They are photogenic! And Wendy’s ad campaigns have never returned to their former brilliance post-Dave Thomas (RIP). I say (with no authority whatsoever) they’re hired!
HA!
even puppies love a burger now and again!
If by “now and again” you mean every day, sometimes for breakfast, sometimes for dinner, my dogs are in complete agreement with you.
😉
yes, that works too
And after all, those are on the “value” menu.
This would give Sugar the worst. Gas. Ever. Do your dogs not react to processed food badly after being so used to the raw diet?
I think they have stomachs of steel. We didn’t have any problems with them that I know of. Definitely no gas.
When the walls shake at the RubinSmo Manor, I will know the predictable assplosion has taken place. Your sister was wise (read: evil) to feed them this way before leaving on a plane. I think I love her a little.
She IS evil! I hadn’t thought about that until you pointed it out. Now I know why she didn’t do it the night before.
Awwwww. How cute!
You can almost see the glee on their faces as she puts the bowls down . . .
I wish someone would put a bacon-cheeseburger in my bowl.
I would if I could. Looking at your user pic reminds me that Tom bought some extraordinary ice cream that I’m avoiding because it’s just so good: Starbucks Coffee Almond Fudge.
I’ll take a bowl of that too, please. 🙂
Some days you just NEED some Wendy’s.
So true! And two out of two dogs agree, too.
And those dogs also lick their butts, so I think they’re taste in cuisine is a wee bit questionable.
We have discovered where they draw the line. They won’t eat carp.
Is that carp or a typo for crap? Because my sister’s cocker spaniel used to raid the cat litter box for snacks….
It’s carp the fish.
Trust me, Guinness, at least, will eat crap until the cows come home. And when the cows leave, she’d raid the pasture for cow pies, I’m sure.
Kipper insists on shrimp cocktails with pistachio-encrusted Chilean Sea Bass served with a delightful pomegranate chutney. And god forbid the fish is overcooked, he’s caused more than one waiter to lose his job. Oddly, he also eats his own poop.
I suspect Kipper’s photo is posted in restaurant kitchens everywhere. He strikes fear into their hearts.