Tuesday, June 10, 2008

It's a miracle

I just went home for lunch. Said lunch involved yellow mustard, beet salad and cheetos (that wasn't the entire meal--there were also yummy vegetarian corndogs, hence the mustard), all of which were eaten while wearing a mostly white shirt--and said shirt is not currently emblazoned with yellow, magenta or day-glo orange splotches. How did I manage THAT?

And, on a completely unrelated note, am I the only dog-owner bothered by the name of that new "my dog can do better tricks than your dog" reality show? The GREATEST American dog? You know what makes a dog great? Two things: a) that he/she is YOUR dog, and b) that you love him/her. That's it. I think I have the greatest dog in the WORLD, and all he can do on command is sit. Sometimes. If he's in the mood. But he loves me unconditionally, he makes me laugh, he never has "accidents" inside, and he spoons with me at night. Plus he lets Ruthie the cat show her love, which is immense and involves gazing adoringly and throwing herself at him and rubbing her head against various parts of his body, with much grace. That, in my opinion, is a great dog. Would he be any greater if he could catch a frisbee in his mouth while wearing a beret and riding a unicycle? I think not. (Though I'll bet people would throw their loose change at us if he did it in public. Especially if I was also a beret-clad unicyclist. Hmm...if gas/food/utility prices keep rising I might have to reconsider this.)

I think I will leave you with that mental image. Heh.

9 comments:

Unknown said...

I'd start planning your act.

stinkypaw said...

Now that's quite an image to leave me with.

And you're right about what makes a great dog. ...but the tricks do help I'm sure.

Anonymous said...

Beet salad, eh? Sounds delish.

My kitties will spoon with me. Makes it hard to get out of bed to go to the gym! That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

shelleycoughlin said...

For a beret I would throw dollar bills. Forget change!

Anonymous said...

The people on the commercials for that show scare me.

Stefanie said...

I'm glad you explained what you did with the mustard. I was a little worried you were so low on groceries that you were eating mustard straight. That's almost as amusing an image as the unicycle thing.

L Sass said...

Not staining that white shirt is a miracle!! (I carry a Tide pen with me wherever I go... so that should tell you plenty about my neat eating skillz.)

Sauntering Soul said...

I spill something on my shirt EVERY SINGLE DAY at lunch. It's too the point where I spill it, wave my hands in the air and my co-workers crack up. Just like clock work. Hot Brazilian took me to lunch today. I somehow spilled nothing and yet he spilled sauce all over his shirt. Apparently we are both meant to wear filthy clothes in the afternoon.

My cat will sometimes come running when I call her. And when I say "Bailey? Window?" she runs and stands under the window and waits for me to open it so she can sit and look outside. That's as much training as I've managed. And she's the best cat in my world.

Sauntering Soul said...

Second sentence in my comment? Meant to say "It's to the point" not "It's too the point". Clearly I will have to keep waiting for my Mensa card....