Remember last week? Well...she's there again. In the doghouse. Same cabinet as last time. About 10 granola bars and a few kiddie power bars. Shameful. The worst part? She didn't even do the crime on site -- she carried the snacks over to her dogbed and ate them in comfort.
I guess we should be glad it wasn't on the couch?
Unfortunately DOG/LUCY doesn't look too remorseful in this photo. But she IS. SHE REALLY IS.
You see her dinner? The empty tiny cereal boxes. EMPTY being the operative word.
LUCY went into the pantry today and ate the kids little "treat" cereals. She did. And she enjoyed every morsel -- even as she knew she'd pay for it.
Tonite, H put the wrappers in her dogbowl. She was rarin' to go for dinner. And-there-they-were. The wrappers. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Damn right.
PS - I'm still "blogstipated" ... But I'm TRYIN. REALLY I AM...
Ok - we had another CROCK POT success. Recipe to be posted separately in food thing section (for Barbacoa Beef). We tweaked a recipe from Epicurious.com.
All I could think about was how CRUEL it was to LUCY/DOG all day to smell that incredibly, beautiful, juicy smell of total yum. Total canine crock pot cruelty!?
NOTE: I think part of the success of the crock pot is directionally related to the amount of pre-work/thought involved. On this particular recipe, we had to marinate the ingredients overnight. Then I had to sear the meat in the morning before putting it into the crockpot. (Make pancakes, sear meat, make lunches; yeah, whatever.)
THEN H insisted on separating the meat and juice/sauce, pureeing it and making a separate sauce (with extra garlic and chipotle).
All I can say is it was frickin good, smelled frickin delicious. Amazing. I really don't have a problem wiht the extra work. Or the fancy ingredients. I'm totally good with that. I just want to come home to YUMMY food -- even when I come home late or have a super-human day.
Love that. Multi-tasking at its best, right?
I'd even be willing to share my reading material.
I HATE picking up dog poop. And while I let the kids help me (spotters), it grosses me out MORE to think of them picking it up ... at least I'm assured of how clean MY own hands remain.
So here's my new theory...Dog Poop is like Laundry. The more you ignore it; the more it piles up. And it's SO MUCH MORE PUNISHING to pick up a TON of dog poop or do a TON (5-6 loads?) of laundry in one fell swoop.
So, thanks to an idea by my friend R, I'm trying to do laundry EVERY day. It's one little/medium load and if I put it in in the morning, switch it when I get home, fold it after dinner and put away before bed, it's not too bad. Really, baby steps/small doses. Try it!
We all know about doggie doos. But I learned recently about Doggie Dont's.
My dog (Lucy to those of you who know and love her) apparently is a serial carpet pad muncher. Seriously. She LOVES carpet pads. Not carpets, (THANK GOD) but carpet pads. I have finally learned that if I'm going to let her "roam crate-free" all day, I need to close the kids' room doors. This protects their woobies from sure sudden death. I also need to close the toy room door ... to protect the Barbies from decapitation, unattractive haircuts or sudden awful dismemberment. In fact, just yesterday I discovered Ariel Barbie (who already has no arms from a previous encounter with Lucy ... and who we know has no legs ... because she's a mermaid) with chemo head. I paused over the garbage bin. I just couldn't bear to throw her away. We love her with no arms, shouldn't we love her roughly shorn head?
And so... what's left? Carpet pads. A brilliant dog, for sure. I must say, it's a lovely job though - don't you think? She very delicately rolls back the carpet and ceremonioiusly chews the pad into pieces. Really, it's almost artistic. I am not sure what's next. I'm afraid to guess.
Well, it was way past time for Spring Grooming for Lucy/Dog. As you can see in the photo, she looks double the size and as fluffy as a bear!
I called our regular place and they couldn't "fit her in til May" ?? So I asked around and found another neighborhood place. Took her in Tuesday and VOILA! A little fluffier than usual, next time we'll ask to go shorter ... but ain't she pretty?? I SWEAR they even behave better when they are lookin so good. (But then again, don't we all?!).
This is Daughter and Dog.
I overheard Daughter talking to Lucy (DOG) the other day.
This was their very serious (one-sided) conversation...
Daughter: "I love you LuLu. Love love love you. Really, really loooooove you. I mean love, love, love you... But why do you always want to sniff my vagina?"
Hmm. Guess it's better they learn at an early age what savage, shameless, loveable beasts dogs are ... right?
NOTE: It's been suggested I create a DOG category ... so here goes. I might not back-sort old entries but I'll try to add more Lucy stuff in here... I may not be the Dog Whisperer but she IS part of the fam!
