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2/10/14 Food

The weather is still very, very cold.  The snow is piled up several feet high – so high, that when Mom takes me to pick Jamie up from school, she can’t see around the frozen mountains and has to inch Zeus out a little at a time to make a turn.

Needless to say, I haven’t been going out.  I’m spending a lot of time eating, and thinking about food. 

This morning, after Mom gave me my breakfast, I went to lie down on my blanket in the living room.  That is, until I heard her open the bread wrapper.  Then I zoomed into the kitchen, skidded across the ceramic floor, and took my “spot” on the rug near the sink.  Mom is usually good about sharing her toast.  Especially the crunchy, sprouted, no-flour toast that she’s been eating lately.  With a little organic peanut or cashew butter on it, that’s good eating.  Yum!

The other day, Mom made a pan of lasagne.  It was big enough to cut into thirds:  one third for the first night, one third to be frozen and gifted to Mike, and the final third to be eaten today.  Mom wasn’t hungry at dinnertime, so I danced around Jamie’s chair, looking for a table-scrap handout.  When Dad comes home, I’ll repeat that performance.  Taa-daaah!

I have learned that good-to-eat things come out of Refrigerator, Oven, Microwave, and Toaster Oven (do not bark at him when he dings!)  Pantry is stocked, too, and when I hear the door opening, I come running.  That’s where the dog food is.  Don’t tell Mom, but I can actually “nose” open Pantry’s door and get at the dog food.  I don’t think she’s noticed.  Cabinet is the place for treats.  When I want I treat, I prance like a reindeer over to Cabinet, and make Mom laugh.  Then she’s good for about two treats.  I put on a quality show!  Don’t listen when Jamie says I’m getting fat – I’m just getting fluffy!

Woof!  Love, Maggie

 

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11/18/13 Flour Power

I’m only eating in the morning now.  So naturally, I’m scouring for food the rest of the day.  I’ve found some very interesting stashes in the far corners under the counter. 

Mom was reaching into the spice cabinet to retrieve a bag of flour when the bag slipped out of her grasp and broke, sending up a poof of white dust all over.  I was standing right there, but being rather albino-esque myself, it didn’t show.  Mom was not so fortunate as she was wearing dark clothes and got a liberal sprinkling of the white stuff.  While she retrieved the broom and dustpan, I helped myself to a couple of mouthfuls of All-Purpose Flour.  Pasty!  But not bad.

Mom shooed me away and cleaned up the mess.  Foiled again!

Laurel came by to take me for a walk and, “feeling my oats” er, flour, I went into complete flashmob mode.  Mom popped my chain and put me in “sit”, then asked, “What is wrong with you?  Are you gluten-intolerant?”  (Not to mock anyone’s allergic reactions.)  Mom told Laurel that I was showing relapse behavior and that I had to go to school Wednesday night.  Mom’s very serious about my manners.

I went for a loooong walk and felt much more relaxed.  Thank you, Laurel!

Now it’s time for a snuggly rest:

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Goodnight, everyone!  Love, Maggie