pig ears
Winter grinds on. It rained for two straight days and covered everything with ice, yuck. Then it started to snow. Welcome to winter in Ohio. Get over it, or get Prozac.
So I bring you...dog stories.
What else did you expect?
When we got Cobie, T-moth bought a big bag of pig's ears, because Hannah loved them before she got sick. And Cobie loved them, but they also gave him gas, and gas makes Cobie crabby, and Cobie is hard enough to take when he's in a good mood, so he only had about three of the ears, and I gave a couple of them to his mama.
I felt sure Kelly would love love LOVE a pig's ear, because she loves anything she can bite or eat, and being able to do both would put her over the moon surely...until she had to cope with Crabby Cobie, that is. Poor Kelly. No ears for anyone.
Over the weekend I decided to rearrange my kitchen cabinets. Only on one side of the galley, and at the bottom. The bake pans were just impossible even before I added two new pie plates, even though I had a couple of pans I just left out all the time. But I decided the time had come to sacrifice a logical arrangement for a useable arrangement, and to be able to put everything away.
In tearing out of all my clutter I found the bag of ears and thought, I'm just going to give these away, poor Kelly... Then later I started thinking it had been over a year and Cobie's digestive system is much more mature, right? So maybe we could try one more time.
So I pull out the smallest ear and a medium-ish one and give the small one (which was the size of Kelly's head) to Kelly and the medium-ish one (which was slightly larger than Kelly's head) to Cobie.
Kelly put her (attached) ears back and trotted her (edible) ear over and under the coffee table and went to work with an air of quiet determination.
Cobie carried his (edible) ear to the middle of the living room floor, dropped it, and proceeded to play bow to it, bark at it, and dance around it. It reminded me of the firedance scene in Dances With Wolves.
Eventually he settled down to business. It was a very short business, once he got going. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH, goodbye ear. Afterwards he was mostly polite about Kelly taking forever to finish hers, too. Until she had a piece left about the size of a fifty-cent coin and went to get a drink. He snatched that bit up and polished it off, pronto. She wasn't too awful about it, either. I think they were both tired by that point, because extreme napping ensued. It was an unusually quiet evening around casa de hurricane.
Ears. Who knew there was so much to say about them?
So I bring you...dog stories.
What else did you expect?
When we got Cobie, T-moth bought a big bag of pig's ears, because Hannah loved them before she got sick. And Cobie loved them, but they also gave him gas, and gas makes Cobie crabby, and Cobie is hard enough to take when he's in a good mood, so he only had about three of the ears, and I gave a couple of them to his mama.
I felt sure Kelly would love love LOVE a pig's ear, because she loves anything she can bite or eat, and being able to do both would put her over the moon surely...until she had to cope with Crabby Cobie, that is. Poor Kelly. No ears for anyone.
Over the weekend I decided to rearrange my kitchen cabinets. Only on one side of the galley, and at the bottom. The bake pans were just impossible even before I added two new pie plates, even though I had a couple of pans I just left out all the time. But I decided the time had come to sacrifice a logical arrangement for a useable arrangement, and to be able to put everything away.
In tearing out of all my clutter I found the bag of ears and thought, I'm just going to give these away, poor Kelly... Then later I started thinking it had been over a year and Cobie's digestive system is much more mature, right? So maybe we could try one more time.
So I pull out the smallest ear and a medium-ish one and give the small one (which was the size of Kelly's head) to Kelly and the medium-ish one (which was slightly larger than Kelly's head) to Cobie.
Kelly put her (attached) ears back and trotted her (edible) ear over and under the coffee table and went to work with an air of quiet determination.
Cobie carried his (edible) ear to the middle of the living room floor, dropped it, and proceeded to play bow to it, bark at it, and dance around it. It reminded me of the firedance scene in Dances With Wolves.
Click to viewEventually he settled down to business. It was a very short business, once he got going. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH, goodbye ear. Afterwards he was mostly polite about Kelly taking forever to finish hers, too. Until she had a piece left about the size of a fifty-cent coin and went to get a drink. He snatched that bit up and polished it off, pronto. She wasn't too awful about it, either. I think they were both tired by that point, because extreme napping ensued. It was an unusually quiet evening around casa de hurricane.
Ears. Who knew there was so much to say about them?