Our “new” dog Gloria’s status is changing from foster to permanent, and she is totally taking advantage. Eight-year-old Zevon is limping from a hard shoulder check, Syd Viscous is reverting to his old abused Worm Boy persona, and don’t even ask what the three cats think. Gloria automatically goes to the Time Out crate when I raise my voice now, but you can see the “Whatevs — totally worth it” thought balloon hanging over her head, the little menace. Time to re-enroll at the doggy training classes…
Here is Bad Horse Filly’s First Snow Thursday Night Menu:
This is not your mamma’s canned tomato soup and grilled cheese, and can I say, the flax cookies are addictive (they’re a friend’s recipe, so I can say that.)
Hearty Tomato Soup
Totally Awesome Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
(Click the blue ‘First Snow’ link for the complete details.)
Last weekend we (two humans, three dogs) drove out to Springfield to visit Gloria’s original foster-parents. Gloria was thrilled to see them — she started howling joyously when we turned up the driveway — but an hour or so later, when I used the word “home”, she was just as glad to hop in the car and settle down for the trip back. Being one of a pack of three “big” (15lb) papillons suits her better than being the odd girl out among a half-dozen elderly show-standard (6-8lb) papillons, it seems. And being QUEEN of her new pack would be even better, so she’s been riding Sydney’s butt and Zevon’s last nerve relentlessly ever since.