I don’t want to bore you, but I do want to tell you a little about what I’ve been eating. At least, it’s what I’ve been having for the main evening meal. It doesn’t include what I might eat at other times during the day.
On Monday it was ground shoulder of farm raised beef served over pearl barley and oven-roasted red potatoes. Served with a sauté of fresh pan-wilted spinach, fresh kidney beans, zucchini, green beans, roasted corn mash and a touch of garlic.
On Tuesday it was hormone-free baked chicken breast and ground New Zealand leg of lamb again with pearl barley, oven roasted Idaho russet potatoes, and fresh baked whole-wheat croutons. Served with a sauté of California carrots, broccoli, and yellow squash.
On Wednesday it was slow-roasted ground pork, farm raised hormone free turkey with long-grained rice. Served with sautéed cabbage, steamed butternut squash, California broccoli, and fine ground fresh grated carrots with fresh baked and toasted rye croutons with organic safflower oil.
You get my drift… The trouble is, it might look and sound nice enough, but it’s predictable as you can get. Every Monday is the same. Every Tuesday is the same. Every Wednesday is the same. Need I go on?
It sucks being a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel in this household.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
LOL! For a while, I thought you had gone into competition with Derrick, but then all was revealed. Poor spaniel, you must be fat as well as bored.
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I think it’s possible that Derrick could have served as an inspiration!
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Is he actually a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel! Well, I never.
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We shall wait and see if he barks!
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Mmmm. Here’s our rotation: Monday Spaghetti and a side of tossed pre-wilted overpriced California greens; Tuesday, Chicken Fajitas and woody carrot sticks hand split with an axe; Wednesday, Beef curry with store-bought curry sauce (maybe Pataks but I can’t really remember) and instant rice with frozen mushy peas; Thursday, reheated spaghetti; Friday, pizza with lots of cheese to cover the cardboard crust. Send me the dog food. His kibble sounds way better than my dinner.
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Thanks, Susanne – you’ve given me food for thought!
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But I forgot to add my weekly simper – good twist on the story and no one died! Except a pampered pooch’s hope but a cute story anyhoo.
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OMG – I’m getting old – I’m always forgetting these days to kill people off!
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That’s simple, you just refuse to eat your doggy dinner until your mam gives in and gives you treats 🙂
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An excellent plan – and it shall be passed on to the neighbouring Rottweiler whose diet is even more unattractive than mine!
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My dog eats commercially prepared dog food…kibble and canned. She’s worried about the economy now, because the price of a can of dog food is up to $3.00….that’s $21.00 in dog money….
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Excuse me butting in – but I get a small tin of “meat” (99 cents) mashed in with half a cup of cooked rice, daily. It seems to be adequate. Love Delia.
(P.S. Plus the morning treat comes to about $12 a week, plus the pills, plus….. Bruce)
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Delia, just helping out with your unfinished thought here: (P.S. Plus the morning treat comes to about $12 a week, plus the pills, plus…. Bruce, who is priceless!) Love from Siddy
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Dear Siddy – thank you for the note, but I’m hesitant to correspond without a chaperone – I have been warned many a time not to mix with boys. I am a very refined sophisticated cross.
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Hey Delia….did you ever go for a quick ride in the car shortly after eating and then when you got home you vomited the whole meal on the carpet so you could eat it again? I did that just last week. It’s like having two meals, one right after the other! –Love, Chloë
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Dear Chloë – I am seriously thinking of putting an umlaut over my e – an Hungarian umlaut, not a vulgar German one: Dëlia. Before they moved to where we live now, my full name was Dëlia d’Onewhero. Regarding regurgitation: have you tried first jumping on the bed?
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Dear Dëlia– You have a lovely name, and I agree about the German umlaut. My own diacritical mark is not an umlaut, but a tréma….it separates my o from my e, rather than making them a diphthong. It’s more French, which is appropriate in my case since my own full name is Chloë Shinola Duvet. And “duvet’ brings me to the answer to your last question: yes!!
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Thank you – your tréma gives me the trémables! I do like the Shinola bit as well. Sadly, I fear my name might end in a diphthong – that’s something we don’t have in common, although I suppose we should celebrate our differences.
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Boring. Are you kidding? How many pooches get such fresh produce and fresh meat like you. I’d say you’re getting seven kinds of wonderful and ought to be thankful. 😀 😀 😀
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Oh, thanks for the comment, but I’m a lot more sophisticated and refined than most lapdogs. If I was a human I would’ve been Ivy League!
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Better not bite the hand that feed you?
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Not if it’s a dog’s life…
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😀 😀 😀 Oops. I fell off my chair.
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Sounds the same as Siddy would like to have! I think the inevitable ending would include a death however …………… maybe some gout, arthritis and heart issues preceding it – definitely some dyspepsia! 🙂
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The author simply copied the descriptions off the labels on dog food tins (on the internet, not bought!)
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Good lord!! Whatever next? My dog eats fresh dog meat and scraps kindly donated by me 🙂 And treats – he likes treats!
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Dear Siddy, I hope “fresh dog meat” is not what it sounds like….
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😀 !
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😀 😀 😀
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My dog cannot eat anything raw. She has clearly evolved to a higher stage!!!!
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Well, yes indeed – of course she has – you being ‘priceless’ and all.
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Yes – thank you – it’s like being able to sit cross-legged on the floor. I’m afraid I have evolved into an armchair sitter.
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I love[d] sitting on the floor – at one point in my life I had no chairs only floor cushions …….. nowadays getting up from the floor has become a multi-step process and a terrible time waster! I am making it an aim for this year, to be able to rise as gracefully as possible, in as less steps as possible………… You are never too old to learn a new trick 🙂
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LOL – I can just see you and Siddy trying to rise. Don’t ever get a Damehood from the Queen – imagine “Rise Dame Pauline” and you’re stuck!!
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Not much chance of that scenario ever happening – unless you write it into a story [in which case the sword will probably slip and she’d chop off my head] 🙂
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An excellent idea!
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At one point in my life I also had only floor cushions (I couldn’t afford any furniture) in my small city apartment. In those days I could sit cross legged on the floor and gracefully rise straight up—no hands!
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Yes – and I am constantly puzzled by the fact it no longer occurs that way!!
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You’ve just tapped into my life! How and when did that ability to get up from the floor desert us? Leonard Cohen (he’s a year older than me) can get down and up and keeps singing at the same time. Why can’t he have the decency to at least grunt? The man has no compassion.
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I love Leonard Cohen. I was on tender hooks when I was taken to see him in 2011 as a birthday treat. There was a two month wait from being presented with the tickets and his concert I was terrified he would die and I would never see him in person. And, there he is, still alive and, as you say, has the temerity to get up off the floor in one smooth flowing motion – while singing!! I really do need to come visit you!
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isn’t he just divine? And, isn’t it amazing how the comments section of this blog take on a life of their own? So, when are you coming to see me? We can practice synchronised rising!
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I’m there – just following and trying to make sure I get your posts sent through my email
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Ahh, that kind of come and see me! Yay!
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Well, we’ll maybe get round to the other kind of coming and seeing later on – if we live long enough 🙂
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Hallelujah!
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Hallelujah!
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😀 😀 😀 Shouldn’t you be in bed?
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Who says I’m not?
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😀 😀 😀
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Halle-looo..oo..oo.ooo…yah!
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I used to be able to dry my feet… 😦
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And… since even to put on socks is a task and a half that takes a day and a half, I now have a perfect excuse for my heart’s desire: to go barefoot most of the time…
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Excellent!
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I was gotten! It occurs to me this is why elderly and poor people eat dog food…
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Exactly! The only problem is that what’s on the label is probably not particularly accurate!
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I giggled all the way through this one, until Yvonne’s comment turned it into a roar of laughter.
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Delighted you were delighted!
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Dear Spaniel, think of people in the Kalahari. And dear author, I like how you create a refrain that sneaks into the thoughts of the reader long after he has done reading. Life is a routine for all, the spaniel, the author and the starving lizards of the Kalahari.
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Ha ha ha ha ha! I didn’t predict that ending – it is so very funny
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Thank you!
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Ha ha, once again you got me. X
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Delighted to have caught you out! Thanks for the comment!
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Sounds like a dog I know … His attitude is cavalier, indeed!
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