Big Pastrami, Little Dog
THE POOK
So, I’ve been witholding food from my Pookarelly this morning. She’s been spoiled by people food (my fault, sorry) and been refusing to eat her dog food. This little chit will hold out for days without eating! We’ve purposely stopped feeding her our scraps so that she will eat her own. But, man she’s stubborn.
This morning, trying to recoup from another sleepless night, I’m trying to catch some Z’s when I am awakened to the sound of her licking the butter dish on the kitchen counter!!! Oh, she’s in troubs, now.
I put her out in the backyard, and climbed back in bed. Hubby,seemingly oblivious, chimes in “is my pastrami sandwich still on the counter?” It isn’t. Is it? I go look, expecting a huge mess with ripped up paper and jalapenos all over the place. Surely she wouldn’t eat those!! Not a trace. I let her back in the house expecting her to burst any moment. (see, My Big Hot Pastrami kept me up all night with indigestion).
What the heck will it do to a 10 lb. Yorkie, if my Big Girl Body couldn’t handle it? She burps. I’m waiting for the mess……
Tizzle comes home for lunch and I’m telling her what we should be expecting from Da Friggins’ (that’s what she calls the dog)(whose name is “Jada”, but, aka Pook, Frickies, Pookarelly, Sweetigurl, and Tha Baby Girl)
Tizzzle looks at me and says “I ate it for breakfast”.
THE POOK
