Tonight I ate a dog treat. Then I ran around the house (literally) to warm up my cold toesies.
Just a typical evening.
The dog treat wasn’t bad. I’d sit, roll over, jump, bark, etc. if someone offered me a second treat.
Today was Laika’s first birthday. John created a rather impressive doggie “cake” out of dog food, peanut butter, “cheese” stuffin’ (aka: the cheese that squirts out of a can), pig ears, and Snausages. I think it was love at first sniff. And, if she experienced any digestive discomfort after eating her entire “cake” in a matter of minutes, she hid it well.
I sang happy birthday to her in dog. John sang back-up. I think she appreciated our efforts. I also found organic peanut butter and banana dog treats. The only ingredients were flour, peanut butter, bananas, and canola oil. I love peanut butter and bananas, so I think I subconsciously purchased the treats just so I could sample one.
The birthday doggie shared with me. The verdict — too much flour and not enough peanut butter. But, it wasn’t bad. I’ve eaten much worse human food.
I came home to a cold-ish house.
Meredith and I instituted a policy a few years ago — No heat ’til November. And it’s only October 18. The coconut oil in my cupboard is a solid block of coldness, much like my toes.
But, if there’s one thing I am, it’s short. And, if there’s another thing I am, it’s stubborn.
Only 13 more days ’til November.
If anyone has a time share in Florida, let me know.