The smells coming from our kitchen were unbelievable. I had been doing some work outside and the aroma of chicken and various vegetables enticed me back into the house. A whole chicken was cleaned and seasoned; it took its place in the deep pan with celery, tomato, sliced and diced carrots and onions. I watched as my wife added broths and assorted things into this evening’s generous dinner. I began looking through our wines to pick the perfect match for the meal that filled the house with its overwhelming temptation for the taste buds.
Our dogs sat patiently at the chef’s feet and scrambled to clean up any dropped morsel. I smiled knowing they might get a treat or 2 from the now slowly cooking food.
I turned on the football game and settled down for a wee nap, a newly acquired pleasure I have discovered. 5 minutes apparently became an hour. I woke to my wife asking me something that sounded like “What do you want for dinner?’ I knew I must still be half asleep, certainly the smells in the house indicated dinner was all but done. Once again the question “What do you want for dinner?”
Ok now I am awake. “I thought we were having chicken?” I asked.
“Oh no, that’s for the girls (girls=dogs at our home)” responded my beaming bride. “How about pizza for us?”
As the dogs ate their dinner I wondered if Molly was actually smiling at me and wishing me luck with the pizza.
Of course it has been explained to me how much healthier these meals are for our dogs and we are certainly saving money over canned dog foods. And yet when I see the Tupperware containers of “dog food” in our fridge…I wonder if anyone would notice…
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This one's really good Jake. I could just see the look on your face when you learned the details of the menu allocation. I can ALSO see your bride doing exactly that to you, without a thought. One of the things that makes her her...
Let's get together next week - I'm back from my adventure this week.
DRB
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