Kyle@theWintertime
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Just got back from a weekend with my kid. It was great!!!!
I brought my tiny dog with me as per the usual. Neither of them has ever had a dog other than when my little dog is there, so neither my ex nor my kid really know how to deal with her. Thank gods she's GREAT...tolerates every stupid thing that can be thrown at her with a benign resignation. :lol:
So on Sunday, my son and I were playing video games (holy cow, that Wii Sports game? OW I HURT EVERYWHERE. That thing is a WORKOUT!!!) while my ex made lunch. I hear from the kitchen, "is it okay to give the dog something?" Now...I never allowed dogs to have "table scraps" before but she's tiny, and has had multiple broken bones, so she gets a "pass" and eats whatever she wants. So I said "Sure, she can have whatever." Then went back to being soundly beaten like a snare drum by an eight-year-old who's a whiz at digital tennis.
Two seconds later my TINY, TINY LITTLE BLACK DOG (all three pounds of her) goes scooting by as fast as her little legs could go, eyes positively BULGING OUT THEIR SOCKETS, an ENTIRE HOTDOG IN HER WEE LITTLE MOUTH. Bewildered, I just watched her tear across the room and hide under the coffee table, where she began devouring her prize. The dang hotdog was twice the size of her head!!!!!!
IT WAS GONE BEFORE I COULD GET TO HER. I have NO idea how she crammed that thing into her tiny little body!!!! :lol:
When I sought an explanation: "But you said she could have whatever!" :lol: :lol: :lol:
(And no, it caused no ill effects, the dang dog has a cast-iron stomach and apparently she was so happy she went back and begged for more. Over the course of lunch she also ate a fair quantity of potato chips and part of an oatmeal cookie. NO IDEA WHERE IT ALL WENT, other than inside-dog. :lol: For once I wasn't the one giving her handouts!!!!)
I brought my tiny dog with me as per the usual. Neither of them has ever had a dog other than when my little dog is there, so neither my ex nor my kid really know how to deal with her. Thank gods she's GREAT...tolerates every stupid thing that can be thrown at her with a benign resignation. :lol:
So on Sunday, my son and I were playing video games (holy cow, that Wii Sports game? OW I HURT EVERYWHERE. That thing is a WORKOUT!!!) while my ex made lunch. I hear from the kitchen, "is it okay to give the dog something?" Now...I never allowed dogs to have "table scraps" before but she's tiny, and has had multiple broken bones, so she gets a "pass" and eats whatever she wants. So I said "Sure, she can have whatever." Then went back to being soundly beaten like a snare drum by an eight-year-old who's a whiz at digital tennis.
Two seconds later my TINY, TINY LITTLE BLACK DOG (all three pounds of her) goes scooting by as fast as her little legs could go, eyes positively BULGING OUT THEIR SOCKETS, an ENTIRE HOTDOG IN HER WEE LITTLE MOUTH. Bewildered, I just watched her tear across the room and hide under the coffee table, where she began devouring her prize. The dang hotdog was twice the size of her head!!!!!!
IT WAS GONE BEFORE I COULD GET TO HER. I have NO idea how she crammed that thing into her tiny little body!!!! :lol:
When I sought an explanation: "But you said she could have whatever!" :lol: :lol: :lol:
(And no, it caused no ill effects, the dang dog has a cast-iron stomach and apparently she was so happy she went back and begged for more. Over the course of lunch she also ate a fair quantity of potato chips and part of an oatmeal cookie. NO IDEA WHERE IT ALL WENT, other than inside-dog. :lol: For once I wasn't the one giving her handouts!!!!)