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Puppy Thread
Because I don't know how to cook without feeding half my meat to the dogs. I was making some butterfly steak for... whatever meal it is one eats around 5am after waking up around midnight, and my brother's dog is here. His wife took him to King's Island for his birthday and their dog is here, and their dog is sick, and he can't have anything to eat.
So here's how I'm used to cooking steak;
-Turn on stove, get steak out, stick it on the skillet
-as it thaws, trim any fat I might have missed and give to the dogs
So, at this point, all three indoor dogs are gathered around me, because 2 of them know this routine and the other, poor, sick Billy-boy, assumes that something's going on because the other 2 are there.
-leave steak sizzling to put potato in the microwave
-cut broccoli & get out cheese for potato
-tear slice of cheese in half and give to each of the dogs
Again, they know this happens, so as soon as they see me with a potato, they're under my feet
-go back to steak, start seasoning & putting the onions & mushrooms & peppers and shit in it
-at this point, I usually see more fat I've missed & give that to the dogs, because I cut it into strips to cook faster
- so here, Spartacus, my dog, is getting fucking pissed off. Because that's 3 times he's been denied food. And so he starts screaming about it. At 5am. When I'm the only one awake. So I'm like, "fuck... fuck... shut the fuck up..." So what I wound up doing, was taking him and E to the bathroom and locking them in there with fat and meat drippings and leaving poor Billy-boy out in the hall scratching at the door. I feel like an asshole.
So anyway, I make my food, and I'm sitting there eating it, and he comes up and sits next to me. And this dog is fucking skin and bones anyway, like tiny, tiny thing. I don't know what kind of dog he is, he looks like a hound in the face, but like... an anorexic hound. And I want to feed the shit out of him because he's so skinny. And him and E are sitting there, the whole time I'm eating, just staring at me like I'm this horrible person, and now I feel so fucking bad...
Because I don't know how to cook without feeding half my meat to the dogs. I was making some butterfly steak for... whatever meal it is one eats around 5am after waking up around midnight, and my brother's dog is here. His wife took him to King's Island for his birthday and their dog is here, and their dog is sick, and he can't have anything to eat.
So here's how I'm used to cooking steak;
-Turn on stove, get steak out, stick it on the skillet
-as it thaws, trim any fat I might have missed and give to the dogs
So, at this point, all three indoor dogs are gathered around me, because 2 of them know this routine and the other, poor, sick Billy-boy, assumes that something's going on because the other 2 are there.
-leave steak sizzling to put potato in the microwave
-cut broccoli & get out cheese for potato
-tear slice of cheese in half and give to each of the dogs
Again, they know this happens, so as soon as they see me with a potato, they're under my feet
-go back to steak, start seasoning & putting the onions & mushrooms & peppers and shit in it
-at this point, I usually see more fat I've missed & give that to the dogs, because I cut it into strips to cook faster
- so here, Spartacus, my dog, is getting fucking pissed off. Because that's 3 times he's been denied food. And so he starts screaming about it. At 5am. When I'm the only one awake. So I'm like, "fuck... fuck... shut the fuck up..." So what I wound up doing, was taking him and E to the bathroom and locking them in there with fat and meat drippings and leaving poor Billy-boy out in the hall scratching at the door. I feel like an asshole.
So anyway, I make my food, and I'm sitting there eating it, and he comes up and sits next to me. And this dog is fucking skin and bones anyway, like tiny, tiny thing. I don't know what kind of dog he is, he looks like a hound in the face, but like... an anorexic hound. And I want to feed the shit out of him because he's so skinny. And him and E are sitting there, the whole time I'm eating, just staring at me like I'm this horrible person, and now I feel so fucking bad...
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