A 3M Post-It Note. Picture not to scale. The post-it is actually 1″ x 2″, dwarfed by the two-foot high, 45-quart, air-tight, dog food storage container which sits underneath it. But, the Post-it punches above its weight class.
3 Words + a few symbols = Irritation.
She doesn’t think I will give him the right dosage.
She thinks I’ll overfeed him. You’re cutting his life short by giving him all these snacks.
3/4 C (Dog Food) + H20 (Water) + 1/4 C Green Beans (to help him with his digestion).
Mom and Eric are on a road trip for the weekend to see family. Rachel is in the city with Friends.
Dad and Man’s Best Friend Zeke are Home Alone.
Back to the Post-Its.
I walk out of the pantry.
And there’s another one.
On the cupboard above Zeke’s Dog Dish and Water Bowl.
This time a 2×2 Post-It flashing READ ME, READ ME:
Breakfast/Dinner 3/4 C dog food +
Some Water To Mix +
handful of gr. beans +
Change drinking water each meal
Many more words. Much more Irritation. Do I need step by step instructions to feed the dog? Not once, but twice? I grab the post-its and throw them into the trash can. Here, talk to the hand.
I grab the measuring cup. Fill his dish with a 1 heaping cup of dog food, 1.5 handfuls of beans, and sprinkle it with water.
Go for it Zeke. Live a little.
That’s breakfast.
I run to the store. Make a bee-line to the meat counter, and grin after finding a bone as big as my shin. A Zeke treat after our morning run. I grab two pints of gelato and 1 pint of Ben & Jerry’s and head home.
For lunch, we share my peanut butter sandwich, cold pizza and gelato.
For dinner, we repeat Breakfast portions. While Dad orders in Thai food.
Roll forward to Sunday morning.
3/4 cup of Dog Food.
1/4 cup Green Beans.
Splash of H2O.
Plus:
4 Fried Chicken Dumplings.
2 heaping tablespoons of Pad Thai.
Then, I step back and listen.
Zeke’s collar is bangin’ on his dog dish.
He’s slurping it down like it was his last meal.
He finishes up.
Then laps up some water.
He ambles over to me, and says: Now, That, Dad, was some fine fixins. And I promise, I won’t tell Mom.
Zeke and I are sitting on the back porch.
He’s watching the birds peck away on the feeders.
I notice an ominous mound about five yards out. Steaming. And another to the right of it.
Zeke, did you do that?
He drops his head in shame and looks away.
Mom needs to get home to clean up the mess.
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Serves you right!
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Ha!
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Gads — you had me laughing out loud! Very funny, Very True. Very Good!
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🙂 It is (very true). Thanks Claudia.
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No fair – I leave these notes for Andy all the time – and that’s what you get for not heeding words from your wise and wonderful wife. Best you clean up the mess you caused prior to her arrival..;-)
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Laughing. I knew this was coming.
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Somehow I had a feeling you wouldn’t be exactly surprised… 😉
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Smiling. I was waiting for this…
http://themetapicture.com/crouching-tiger/
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Laughing – perfect…you of course are the crouching tiger, but I don’t think I’m exactly the hidden dragon.
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STOMACH HURTS
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Two words sums it up: Home Alone
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Laughing. Yes.
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Poor mom!
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What about Poor Dad?
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Well, usually Mom has to do all the Dad things and then do the clean up as well. Dad’s think it’s a big deal that they did anything at all, and if there’s any mess, why worry? Mom will clean it up.
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I’m going to agree and stop before I get buried. 😊
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So smart!
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i love that both of you had a footloose and fancy free approach to your weekend at home alone. as for the piles, just consider them collateral damage. and all worth it.
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Laughing. It is Beth.
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Oh my!!
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Exactly! 🙂
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bravo….reminds me of http://villageundertaker.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/resignation/
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You nailed it Ray. 🙂
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Good Lord, who’s the adult here?! Beau will eat a bowl of chipped *granite* if I set it down in front of him–doesn’t mean it’s good for him!! And ya wonder why we don’t want to leave you guys alone…… (But I am glad you two had fun…) 🙂
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Laughing @ Chipped Granite. Zeke eats the neighbors mulch (chemically treated) and then pukes it up all night. I have to drag him away from the stuff. I think the problem is that he is WAY underfed. Who eats mulch anyway? A desperate hungry animal.
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Oh yeah, Beau LOVES mulch–the bigger the chunks, the better. And yes, ingest and then regurgitate, preferably AFTER Mom has tucked herself in for the night. Sigh….
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Terrible, right?! I dragging him, he’s snapping at me. You would think I’m stealing a piece of meat out of his mouth.
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Man’s best friend…just sayin’… 🙂
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Yep
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Can’t stop laughing. Can’t. Stop. I leave a letter sized note (nicely done in ppt) with detailed instructions on the kitchen counter and what to I get after a 5 day business trip? A 2 pounds heavier dog. 15% weight gain. Now I have a better idea of what happens. Thank you DK.
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So FUNNY! The post-it thing, must be in female DNA.
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Which comes first, being treated like a baby or the rebellion? Great post!
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Let’s go with Rebellion!
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David I am sure your wife leaves these notes as I do for my husband just to make things easier for you guys when we are away… Done with much love 🙂
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Of course it is Tina! (done with much love)
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Lol!!!!!!!!!!
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🙂
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Boys will be boys …. and you have to live with the farts 😉 Seems about right!
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Funny!
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Let us know, will you, Kanigan, when you’re ready to be unpredictable?
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Ha! So, you are one of these types:
http://heyelley.tumblr.com/post/92084736650
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You got my number, buddy.
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