Just say "NO!" to marrow bones!

Ok, superfluous !!! aside - Hi! I'm back!

I've been busy entertaining and houseguesting. It was fun, and, as always, a fattening experience. But, really, when someone comes from the other side of the world you are OBLIGATED to take them to as many meals out as possible.....and here in Texas, that can mean only one thing: deep fried fatty goodness. MMMM.

Now then, you've missed me...but not as much as you've missed stories about the dogs. Admit it.

Right then, let's get to it...this story not only includes the dogs (one of my favourite topics), but also contains spew, shit and admissions of mind-numbing suburbaness(you've been warned).

So, saturday I innocently ask the meat dept at our local grocery store if they have any beef shank bones that they can trim for a treat for the pooches. It has been a long long time since they'v ehad a back yard in which to gnaw some bones. Joy of joys, they did indeed have some...but, inexplicably, were unable to cut them long ways....would only cut them in two across the middle. So, I gave each a bone sawn in half. They were joyous. Hours of chewing in the sun. Laying on their backs in the grass like gigantic hippos sunning themselves.

D and I spent all Saturday night in our front yard driking beers with our neighbours. I swear people. I live in some weird utopian type of place where kids still play in the street and neighbours still talk to each other. It was super fun. It was also near on midnight when we decided to call it a night and realized that the dogs needed their nightly stroll. (Ollie refuses to shit in his own backyard on most occassions and we must take him out to commune with the wilderness and to help fertilize the woods.)

So, we went for a walk through the woods on the bike paths in the pitch black. It was great! We could barely see in front of us, and since we'd been drinking neither of us had the bright idea to bring a flashlight. It was an adventure and kind of fun.

I guess the dark had a lot to with the reason we didn't notice that the marrow bones had not been such a great idea after all.

Here's where I'll spare you the details....just know this: there has been almost continual spewing and shitting since Saturday. Only one "incident" inside, but once is more than enough.

Obviously, it is entirely my fault.

In other dog news, Ollie is at the vet getting dewormified (heartworm treatment).....yikes. We have been dreading it, as he has to stay in hospital at least over night and will be on restricted activity for quite a few weeks afterwards. I'm just trying to visualise all those worms clogging up his poor little heart dying and going away. That will make him feel lots better.

Other than houseguests, neighbours, and dog-ventures....we are in the throes of "first house" -itis, which if you don't know involves a lot walking around at home improvement stores and arguing over the finer points of different brands of fertilizer/caulk/deck stain and pondering trillions of paint chips etc.

Oh, and on a house and neighbour related note...Saturday was enlightening.....got a lot of good gossip on the woman who previously owned our house (ie. we aren't the only ones to think of her as a cow) and some other tidbits on various and sundry neighbours (ie. scandal, recovering alcholics, anti-socials, and just some plain ol' cattiness).

toodles.
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