Bad Dog

Dairy Queen has the best salads. Due to the fact that Greg and I REALLY need to grocery shop, I loaded Luke up, went to Dairy Queen, and got 2 chicken salads and 2 cherry limeades. By the way, Dairy Queen's cherry limeades are better than Sonic's. Blasphemy, I know, but it's true. In the drive thru lane, I had to pull into a parking spot because the chicken was still cooking. The anticipation of the tasty honey-mustard drizzled salad was killing me. I was SO hungry! After the sweet lady brought the salads to my car, I proceeded to Greg's office to bring him his salad and limeade. On the way, some pick up lost a bunch of boxes that were scattered throughout Troup Highway (a major Tyler artery for you non-Tylerites). Thus, we had to stop and wait for the men to get out and clear the road. No big deal, but that salad in the passenger seat was calling my name. I had decided that it would be best not to eat at Greg's office because Luke was sound asleep, and he needed a good nap. So, after a quick, "Here's your salad. Love you." (kiss) through the car window, I ventured on my way home to eat my scrumptious salad.

I was going to let Luke stay asleep in his carseat while I ate my salad, then bring him to his crib. I was enjoying my delicious lunch on the couch while I read "Your Baby's First Year" (which by the way, freaks me out sometimes because I get paranoid when I read where Luke is supposed to be right now. "What, Luke can't transfer toys from hand to hand yet! What's wrong with my baby?!") When I was about halfway done with my salad, Luke woke up in a not-so-pleasant mood. I knew he still needed a good hour of sleep, so I left my salad on the arm of my couch, and went to put him in his crib. Any of you who has eaten at my house knows that my dog, Macie, can be a beggar. She gives me this look like I've never given her anything to eat in her life. I had given her none of my coveted salad.

I can always trust Macie, because she knows better than to eat our food without permission. When I was walking Luke to his room, Macie's eyes didn't drift from my salad. I thought about moving it, but I knew I could trust my perfect dog. What is usually a 2-minute event turned into about 10. Luke had a hard time getting sleepy again. Finally, I just put him in his crib so he could put himself to sleep. Ahh, yes, back to my salad. As I turned the corner to the living room, all I see is Macie with her head down, her long ears soaked at the bottom, and an empty salad bowl. MY DOG ATE MY SALAD!!! "BAD DOG, MACIE!!" She knew she was wrong, and she got a few swats on the bootie. It didn't help when she GROWLED AT ME while I was spanking her. She wasn't hurting, just mad at me. She NEVER does that! (Not to mention that fact that she sprayed me with her honey-mustard-infested ears!) Needless to say, Macie spent the rest of the afternoon begging again. This time, she was begging to come inside the house, because she was in the backyard. And I spent the rest of the afternoon hungry, sipping my cherry limeade and sulking at the loss of my precious salad.

On a funny side note....after Macie was back inside, she was laying on the ground, and I heard a little "pop" coming from her direction. She suddenly jumped up quickly and sniffed where she had been laying down. That's right, Macie, eating greens sometimes gives you gas. Bad dog.