Monday, January 11, 2010

Not Me...

 

Mike is gone this week for work, and when he's gone, I do not cook.  I mean, I really don't. So the other night, I did not eat a breakfast bar and leftover pasta salad for dinner, only to find myself starving when I went to bed. Therefore, I did not eat the last breakfast bar as a midnight snack in my bed.  I never eat food in my bed. That's just gross!

When Gus was sick the other night, er, wee hours of the morning, I did not bend down to look at the mess he'd made when he hacked up his dinner, searching for clues as to what he could have eaten. I was not so engrossed in trying to find out why he was sick that I did not grab a flashlight and follow him outside - in the bitterly cold 10-degree weather, no less - to look at those piles of spit-up, too. I am never so attentive to what my dog eats or throws up.

Lastly, I did not take Gus for a 1/2-mile walk around the neighborhood on the very evening that our temperatures fell to single digits for the first time in umpteen years. I am sooo not that dedicated to my dog! And even if I had, I did not come back inside and think to myself that my legs were so cold that they must've been in the beginning stages of frostbite. Seriously, frostbite?

3 comments:

Weeksie50 said...

Aw, you are a great doggy mommy : )

Confessions From A Working Mom said...

You are a dedicated dog owner! When it gets cold like this, I open up the door and let my dog do her business on her own!

~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom

Redeemed1 said...

I glad I'm not the only dog owner that does such "inspections'!