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So I am dog-sitting this weekend for my parents. Their dog, a yellow lab, still thinks she is a puppy, although she is quite old for the size of dog she is. She is thirteen now, and she is quite attached to her humans. Her humans (my folks) are just as attached to her. However, they both had to fly to DC this weekend for a gala affair and I moved into their house for the two days they are away to be the substitute human for JD. I've just fed her dinner and my mother's note gave me instructions that JD gets some of the little tomatoes for dessert. "Just slice them a little so she can pick them up" says the note. And "some" is relative. Do I give her four? five? seven? Is a "slice" a cut in half? Or do I just make a cut in each one so the insides ooze out a little bit?
You must understand. My mother grew the sweet 100's tomato vine *specifically* for the dog. She's got five (or six or seven) other plants giving her tomatos to make sauce with, to put on sandwiches, to chop up and freeze for the winter. The little marble-size tomatoes are for JD. She goes out into the back yard and plucks them off the vine. My mom gets upset when she goes for the big tomatoes, but she doesn't care when JD nibbles the little ones (delicately) off the plant. So I cut *five* of the little buggers mostly in half and dumped them in her dish when she was done with dinner. She's been good.
A couple of summers ago she had a throat operation so she is voiceless, but she still tries to bark, more as a reflex than anything else I think.
So I brought my laundry and some food, and am watching the big screen TV from the leather reclining loveseat. Lovely! And when I move from room to room, I have a horizontal blonde shadow padding after me. Right now she is in the entry room to the house, waiting for my folks to come home. Sadly, they won't be home till tomorrow, but she will keep looking for them.
You must understand. My mother grew the sweet 100's tomato vine *specifically* for the dog. She's got five (or six or seven) other plants giving her tomatos to make sauce with, to put on sandwiches, to chop up and freeze for the winter. The little marble-size tomatoes are for JD. She goes out into the back yard and plucks them off the vine. My mom gets upset when she goes for the big tomatoes, but she doesn't care when JD nibbles the little ones (delicately) off the plant. So I cut *five* of the little buggers mostly in half and dumped them in her dish when she was done with dinner. She's been good.
A couple of summers ago she had a throat operation so she is voiceless, but she still tries to bark, more as a reflex than anything else I think.
So I brought my laundry and some food, and am watching the big screen TV from the leather reclining loveseat. Lovely! And when I move from room to room, I have a horizontal blonde shadow padding after me. Right now she is in the entry room to the house, waiting for my folks to come home. Sadly, they won't be home till tomorrow, but she will keep looking for them.
