I love chow mein, especially shrimp chow mein. There is a Chinese restaurant near my house that does it very well, so I get a to-go order about once a week and take it home. Almost every chow mein recipe contains green onions. I really like green onions in my chow mein. Herein lies the rub. See, the restaurant serves up way more chow mein in an order than I can eat. It doesn’t reheat very well, and I’m not a big fan of leftovers anyway so keeping it is not an option. OTOH, I found that my my dog also really likes chow mein. At first I picked all of the onions out of the remainder before letting him at it because onions can be deadly for dogs. Now I just order it without onions.
That’s right, I order one of my favorite foods without an ingredient that I really like just so I can safely give the leftovers to my dog.
But I’m sure you don’t do anything strange like that, do you?
I had someone build a fairly nice deck/platform for one of those easy-set pools, because my dog loved to swim but was getting to be too sick to go to the beach (she was dying of brain cancer) and I couldn’t lift her in and out of the pool. So I had a platform built with steps and then put her car ramp into the pool so she could paddle around a bit.
I also had a huge ramp put on my deck so she could get up and down without steps.
One day I came outside and the pool was empty and deflated. It had gotten a hole somewhere. She died 2 days later.
We only used the pool/deck and the ramp one summer, I believe. But it was worth it.
In the last months of Miss Lucia’s life, she decided that she wanted to drink only the very freshest water out of a plumbing fixture. As an elderly, somewhat arthritic cat, the sinks were up too high for her, and the toilet was out of the question as far as I was concerned. When she wanted a drink, I’d pick her up and put her in the empty bathtub, then turn on the faucet so that enough water covered the bottom of the bath–taking care not to let her feet get wet. Lap, lap, lap. Repeat as necessary until she had enough to drink, 3, 4, 5 times a day.
I bought her a fountain, but she still preferred the tub.
Sometimes, she’d just sit for awhile. I’d check on her, seeing the little cat ears sticking over the tub’s rim: /_/_
“You doing okay in there, Chee?”
She was fine. As long she was wasn’t wet, she liked it in there. She’d let me know when she needed help getting out.
Doctor Jackson, I’ve also been avoiding take-out foods with onion in them since I learned it was dangerous for pets. I won’t deliberately give a cat some pizza or Indian food, but sometimes it’s not my choice if they think they want to try what I’m having for dinner.
Leet the Wonder Dog[sup]TM[/sup] has a perfectly good water dish in the kitchen. But he prefers to drink out of the tap in the upstairs bathroom. I put an old plastic tub under the tap, but it has to be fresh water. So three or four (or five or six) times a day I have to empty out the tub, wipe it out, replace it under the tap, and turn on the tap. Then he can drink his fill, and then come over and wipe his slobbery muzzle off against my leg.
My wife says he will drink out of the tub, but only if I am not home to refill it with fresh water during the day.
Sometimes I want to break him of the habit, and make him drink out of his water dish in the kitchen (it has his name on it, so he should recognize what it is for) but he sits nicely in the bathtub and looks appealingly at me and I relent.
One of my dogs likes to drink water out of a Dixie cup in the bathroom. She follows me in and sits politely waiting for me to bring it to her. I formerly had a Persian cat who liked Dixie cup drinks too.
My late cat Londo loved to drink out of human drinking glasses. If I was sitting at the computer with a glass of water, he wanted it. Ditto for sitting in front of the TV or lying in bed. All glasses of water belonged to him. So I started leaving glasses of water all over the house for him. Now that he’s gone I still find myself refilling them in case the other cats want some.
Kiko and I can go into every restaurant but one. And this restaurant has the best breakfast. Kinda pricey, so I used to go there just on my birthday (pre-Kiko days).
We went there one morning, and the hostess said, “No dogs”.
I told her it wasn’t a dog, but my guide, as I am blind. And asked for a menu in braille.
She didn’t believe me. But, it was my fault. I didn’t have my sunglasses on.
I load up the Killer Elite (4 wiener dogs) just about every single day into the Jeep and take them out for a run of a couple miles and let them dig and hunt for mice and such. The transmission went out on the '73, and it would take a while to get it fixed, so…
…I went out and bought another Jeep, just so the dogs wouldn’t get cock-blocked on their daily routine while the transmission was out for repair.
I got a killer deal, but it’s still a pretty expensive dog toy.
I only vacuum when the dogs are outside because Winchester fears the vacuum while Wallace wants to kill it.
I leave a fleece blanket on the end of my bed even in the heights of summer because Wallace can’t go to sleep for the night until he’s burrowed under something and stayed there until he got too hot, then crawled out from under it. I also don’t banish him from the room even though he groans in his sleep at the exact pitch I imagine my roommate would groan if she became a zombie. Seriously, they somehow have very similar voices.
I don’t eat pizza crusts even when they’re really, really tasty because then what would Winchester eat?
I leave loose items around the cat’s food bowl, like dirty clothing, old mail. Because if I don’t, cat will scratch up my floor trying to cover up his food bowl with invisible dirt. If I leave the loose items around, he’ll just use that instead.
One of my greyhounds has trained me to rub his tummy whenever I lay on the floor to stretch my back. He’ll come over and straddle my head and stand on my hair so I can’t get away. The first time he did that I thought he was about to pee on me :eek:
Now I know he just wants him some tummy rub. He looks very skinny from that angle.
We have a cobbled together deck on the back of the house. Well, it’s not a deck that anyone can use but the dogs to get in and out of the house through a doggie door. I put it together about 8 years ago with material I had on hand.
I am replacing it with an 8x8 foot deck and that part of the remodel will cost $6000 (it’s complicated, too busy to do it all myself)
