Heart Like a Dog

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Counter Surfing 101

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Saint Patrick’s day is over, the corned beef was delicious and now we look forward to next Sunday’s breakfast, which is corned beef hash and eggs.

Sometimes I’m not sure which we like more, the corned beef or the corned beef hash.  Hubby makes a killer corned beef hash.

The year was 2008, it was a couple of days after Saint Patrick’s day and Hubby was preparing our corned beef hash for dinner.

He had come home and taken the left over corned beef and put it through my grandmother’s meat grinder and it was all set, sitting on the counter until I came home and he could start dinner.

I had picked the dogs up from daycare and they rushed in all happy to see Daddy after a long day of being apart.  Hubby met me in the dining room with something he wanted to show me.

I can’t for the life of me remember what we were talking about, but it took a few seconds for the sound of slurping to register.

“What the hell is that noise?” I asked.

“I don’t know” he said, “but it’s coming from the kitchen.

DELILAH! We both shouted.

Counter Surfing 101 She’s bold that one.

She had managed to eat the entire plate of corned beef!

I’ll handle it, I said and promptly locked her in her crate for her own safety.

She’s damn lucky you were here, he said to me later and I’m glad I was.

She’s a counter surfer that one. (No, that is not the original picture, I was too busy saving the dog’s life to snap a photo.)

And this is the Monday Mischief blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

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My ethnicity would be 100% Irish if my mother had only been a bit more particular when choosing her mate.

Ah well, we can’t have everything in life, right?  I guess, I’ll just have to settle for 50%.

Wearing of the green, some call it, but I was brought up that Irish Catholics wear green, while Irish Protestants wear orange.  As a kid I’d wear orange, but as I grew up I stopped wearing specific colors and instead bedecked myself with hats, pins and ears.

Yes, I have Leprechaun ears.

No, you can’t see a picture.

Our traditions for the day is to have a Corned Beef dinner.  This is one of our favorite dinners.  We put the Corned Beef into a pot and into that we throw potatoes (a great staple of the Irish,) carrots and cabbage.

If I can find a recipe for Gluten-Free Soda bread, we will have that as well.

I buy enough Corned Beef to have leftovers, because Hubby makes an awesome Corned Beef Hash.  Which is as good if not better than the original dinner.

Because I waited until the last-minute, I once again did not plan a photo shoot for today’s post.  Instead I slapped my Irish hat on each of the dogs and attempted photos.

IMG_4472 Sampson is tolerant, he doesn’t care for it, but he’ll do it.

IMG_4476 Delilah not so much, I was lucky enough to snap this before she tossed it off and carried it away.

And just because I can, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite Irish Blessings, whose author is unknown.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? If not, what are your cherished ethic celebrations?

Happy St. P Day, from all of us at Heart Like a Dog!!

SDS

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Both the dogs in my house have SDS.

You may know it in lay terms as Spoiled Dog Syndrome.

It manifests itself in a number of different ways, but here is a prime example.

We all have assigned spots on the bed, Hubby and I each on one side, Sampson in between us and Delilah curled up at the bottom in the middle.

Normally I use carrots to lure Sampson into his position.  While I’m going this, Delilah sits next to the bed.  (One for Delilah, one for Sampson.  One for Sampson, one for Delilah.)

Once they’ve both had their carrots, Delilah jumps up and I pet and love her for a few minutes, then I settle in to read until I’m tired.

Tuesday night after all the carrots had been dispensed, Delilah jumped up on the bed but stretched out on the wrong side.

This basically turned me into a Lab sandwich.  I didn’t mind so much because it was warm and I thought it was cute and figured she’d move by the time I’d finished reading.

I woke up at 11:15, the light was still on, Delilah was still on the wrong side of me and a lumberjack had replaced my Hubby in the bed.

I shut off the light and tried to wiggle my way into a lying position.

I couldn’t.

I thought well I can sleep sitting up, I mean I just slept sitting up for about half an hour, why couldn’t I do it again?

I forgot about the lumberjack in my bed.  He was cutting some heavy wood, the chainsaw working over-time.

I tossed in the towel, got up and took a half a Xanax.  I know, I know!  I don’t like to ingest unhealthy things, but I do make an exception for alcohol and Xanax, although not normally at the same time.

I went into the other room to play a mindless game until I fell asleep.  After about an hour I got tired, so I shut the light off and lay down to sleep.

What was that noise? Is someone outside? I got up and looked out the window. Why is the motion sensor light on?  Who’s out there?  Am I in danger?

I gave it up and thought I’ll try reclining on the couch and see if that works, but changed my mind and instead headed back to the bedroom.

I’ll take my chances with the lumberjack, at least his snoring should scare off an intruder.

The lumberjack was still at work, but the blade had dulled somewhat so the sawing wasn’t so intense. I think I might be able to do this!

Except Sampson was stretched across my pillow.

Sampson eye mask Please Mama, I’m trying to get my beauty rest.

Thankfully Delilah had moved, she was now curled against the lumberjack’s legs.

 

IMG_0727 Do not disturb my REM cycle.

I stroked Sampson’s head, you gonna let Mama in buddy?

Nothing.

What the hell, why not? 

I pulled back the blanket, threw a pillow down and curled up at the bottom of the bed, next to Delilah.

After a few minutes I thought I heard a growl.  (Delilah has some scarring on her feet and there are certain times (mostly when she’s sleeping) where she does not like anything moving near her feet.)

I figured the lumberjack must have moved.

Just on the verge of sleeping when Delilah barks.  I open my eyes to find her staring at me.

Stop it, I say.  Lay down and go to sleep.

Two minutes later she barks again.

I open my eyes to find her staring at me once again. Like I moved in that tiny corner lot I had!

Why not?  I’ve already lost hours of sleep, what’s a few more minutes?  I proceed to have a staring contest, in the dark with my dog.  Finally I look at her and point with my finger and tell her get down.

She stares at me.

I point again, get down!

She scootches over and puts her head under my chin.

We both sigh and fall asleep.

And that’s how Hubby found me curled up at the bottom of the bed on Wednesday morning.

What happened last night babe?

What are you talking about Paul Bunyon?

(I apologize for my lack of pictures, but flashes definitely disturb the REM cycle.)

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