My Dog Likes My Friends & Other Odd Dietary Habits
Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!
Whenever my writing pals gather here at the house, the Airedale is in heaven. She loves those women who bring her treats and pets and attention.
The Airedale is surprisingly well behaved and almost patient, sitting quietly at one's elbow for the expected treat. If you know Airedales you will understand why the patient description of the breed that sees everything as edible or possible is kind of odd.
Our first Airedale, Glennie, was a true omnivore. I've told you how she ate money in great amounts, preferring the $20 bill. She also swallowed the DH's white handkerchiefs whole and they passed through her system that way, too. Amazing! Once I'd baked a 9x12 glass pan of brownies and left it on the counter to cool. When I returned from picking up the son of Mmmmmmmmm, I walked in the kitchen and it looked like the Manson family had partied there. The glass pan was shattered on the floor, without crumb of brownie and there was blood everywhere. We found the Airedale resting fat and happy on the sofa, ten toes up and full of brownie. She'd apparently cut her tongue on the broken glass but that didn't stop her one bit. She achieved her goal of depriving her family of any sweet treats and giving them a terrific scare. If I've told you this story before, please forgive me. It's apparently stuck to my field with superglue. Gonna have to work on that.
In any case, this Airedale girl who runs the house now isn't so single-minded about food, though she is always hopeful. However, Costco roasted chicken is the one item that can drive her into a frenzy that does not end until every fleshless bone is in the trash can outside. Ah well, it's always something with each of us, isn't it. And I often wish that my "something" was as easily identifiable, not to mention tasty, as Costco roasted chicken.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
Whenever my writing pals gather here at the house, the Airedale is in heaven. She loves those women who bring her treats and pets and attention.
The Airedale is surprisingly well behaved and almost patient, sitting quietly at one's elbow for the expected treat. If you know Airedales you will understand why the patient description of the breed that sees everything as edible or possible is kind of odd.
Our first Airedale, Glennie, was a true omnivore. I've told you how she ate money in great amounts, preferring the $20 bill. She also swallowed the DH's white handkerchiefs whole and they passed through her system that way, too. Amazing! Once I'd baked a 9x12 glass pan of brownies and left it on the counter to cool. When I returned from picking up the son of Mmmmmmmmm, I walked in the kitchen and it looked like the Manson family had partied there. The glass pan was shattered on the floor, without crumb of brownie and there was blood everywhere. We found the Airedale resting fat and happy on the sofa, ten toes up and full of brownie. She'd apparently cut her tongue on the broken glass but that didn't stop her one bit. She achieved her goal of depriving her family of any sweet treats and giving them a terrific scare. If I've told you this story before, please forgive me. It's apparently stuck to my field with superglue. Gonna have to work on that.
In any case, this Airedale girl who runs the house now isn't so single-minded about food, though she is always hopeful. However, Costco roasted chicken is the one item that can drive her into a frenzy that does not end until every fleshless bone is in the trash can outside. Ah well, it's always something with each of us, isn't it. And I often wish that my "something" was as easily identifiable, not to mention tasty, as Costco roasted chicken.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 8:44 AM
