Brenda, have you tried washing out Darby's bowl?
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I paid $5.50 for ONE fish taco for lunch (good, but not worth $5.50, when I thought I was getting two), and I am still hungry. Looking forward to hitting the empanada place before the show. Maybe I'll get TWO empanadas.
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Yay for work buds, msbelle.
And to round it out, yay for bonuses.
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Brenda, have you tried washing out Darby's bowl?
Yup. Tried moving it too.
I really think we've got a perfect storm of stubborn and past trauma going on here. She's been know to refuse her food before if she think's there's something better to be had. And this is the color-inside-the-lines dog of all time, so if she started off trying to foodstrike her way to something better and kept on so long that it felt like a new rule...Man, I don't know.
TWO empanadas! Don't you realize there are some of us with NO empanadas?
Oh, and another thing - one of the rescues I work with has a benefit coming up, and one of the silent auction items is to spend a day in the kitchen at Moto! Cooking, not just observing. Fun, but will most likely be outside my budget.
I don't know what you do about that, brenda. Lucy never refused food, although weirdly she was never a wolfer (unless it was table food). Our cat, Puck, used to forget where his bowl was when he got really old, and Cortez seems to like someone to be in the kitchen while he eats, but that's all I got.
It worked ahead of schedule! I got ordained at that site! And then I offered to marry the tennis cousin, and she said no, so I can moan about that for a second or three. Fucking-not-letting-me-marry-them-people.
Those people need to fucking let you marry them.
Damn straight. (Or not, as the case may be.)
Hah. I just came across an article that opens thusly:
For most of her childhood, Jenna (not her real name) spent dinnertime staring at a plate of food that she refused to touch. She often was sent to bed hungry, or her parents caved and let her eat the only thing she could get down: French fries.
FML. And I did just cave, sort of. I went by the organic-local-craft grocery and picked up some (organic-local-craft) raw dog food. The ingredient list is kind of staggering: beef, pork, liver, heart, kefir, garlic, nutritional yeast, kelp, molasses, etc. The price also. When it thaws we'll see what we see.
I also picked up some (organic-local-craft) beer just because.
I do not want to be the adult tonight. I wanna not do anything. mac wants the same, but a night of him glued to the screen is not good for him. WAH!
I got a load of laundry in and another up drying.
why no house elves. srsly?