Happy National Puppy Day!
Only my friends from the South are gonna get this.
My dog Rory turned 16 last December, but he has the appetite of a puppy.
Translation: he’s become a picky little shit.
I’ve tried rewarding him with treats after he finishes his dinner. When that stopped working, I gave him the treats first. Then switched to different treats. Then changed his food. Then his bowl. Then started hand-feeding him.
I’m willing to do the work.
Last week I learned a trick from my vet. I don’t know why she has been holding out on me for so long, but it got him to eat like gangbusters.
She recommended chicken flavor with broth. I applied said smear, and could barely get the dish on the floor before Rory was face-deep in his dinner.
I was a very happy Mama Dog.
You can be, too.
I just discovered something better than sliced bread —
A toast press — shaped here like a teddy bear — makes your morning slice or lunch sandwich an event.
This is the first I have seen these…and they come in all kinds of designs.
That’s what I get for not watching Food Network anymore.
And if we’re talking a second topping?
More pepperoni. Never found another topping that (sorry) topped it.
But on today, National Pizza Day, even I admit that a more spectacular pie may be in order. So, I present to you —
The William and Kate
Knife and fork required. Curtsy before you chew.
In my ‘other life,’ I write marketing copy.
Web, collateral, packaging — you name it.
As I was feeding my dog this morning, I received a reminder that any customer-facing text can surprise and delight…
Even something as simple as the freshness dating.
There are alphabets in my oatmeal!
‘C’ is the first letter of my first name! My last name, too!
What can it mean?