Alone Again...

Deserted.

Abandoned.

Left at the altar.

Neglected.

Cowboy went out of town - out of the country, actually. He left me to eat all the ice cream by myself. It's a monumental task but I'll do my best. I made a fresh pan of tiramisu to eat in between quarts of Rocky Road and French Vanilla.

"I expect you to eat nutritious while I'm away," the big guy said before he left.

... Hmmm... Did he say nutritious or delicious? I vote for delicious. Nobody squeal.

I'm sleeping with Cowboy's clone. It had a disastrous accident when Cowboy came home from night duty once and found me asleep with the clone's anatomically correct body sleeping behind me, its arms around me. He tossed it across the room and let the pups have a go at it. They did a canine style autopsy on it and I had a devil of a time putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. It has a few scars but "everything" has been reattached. I hate sleeping alone.

"I bought you a body pillow," the same big guy reminded me before he left. "Sleep with that."

... Uh... sure.

"And make sure you get to bed at a decent hour. I don't want you up all night on the computer."

While the cat's away...

Moving right along...

Got a new foster this week, a handsome Husky pup with those beautiful neon-blue eyes. He has no manners, some undesirable habits and has been returned to the shelter twice. Very unruly behavior.

He's bright as a whip! I let him run around like a squirrel on uppers and when he finally plopped down in front of me - exhausted and tongue hanging out - I checked him out. He's in great physical shape plus clean ears, clean teeth, wicked naughty grin.

He's a jumper and a nipper. He nipped BullyBoy.

Big mistake. BullyBoy rolled over him and sat on his head.

Not sure but I think the Rotts laughed.

Jumping is easy to cure. There are several ways. One way is a knee in a dog's chest when it jumps, the command OFF! and quickly turn your back. I don't always raise my knee - if the dog is large and heavier than me, I can injure my knee. I usually say "UH-UH!" loudly and then turn my back. It takes a few repetitions but usually takes care of the problem in no time. Naturally, the command has to be reinforced regularly if the pup slips back into the bad habit. Lots of praise (and bits of dried liver or chicken) when the pup is behaving correctly.

So... the Husky jumped my Rott, Panda. She reared up and bit his nose. That's another way to cure jumping.

We had a super Easter dinner with good friends and Passover is around the corner. I hope the giant squid will be home in time to enjoy it. If he isn't, I'll have to sacrifice the main meal and concentrate on all the desserts. I've been cooking and baking like crazy to try new recipes.

Swooooon

Passover Brownies - Passover Honey cake - Passover Lemon Cheesecake - Citrus Sponge Cake and Caramel Matzoh Crunch.

Main meal has two entrees: Veal with wild mushrooms and red wine and Passover Pot roast - both moist and delicious.

Side dishes are Apple Matzoh Kugel, the traditional hard boiled eggs, carrot ring and charoset. I generally make an apple/walnut charoset but this year, I'm adding two others - apricot/pistachio charoset, which I think is Sephardic and another made with apples/walnuts/dates/bananas and raisins. Is that healthy or what?

Not sure I'm making soup this year but there will be a fresh salad buffet so no one can say I was skimpy on the veggies.

Patrick will ask the four questions. If Cowboy isn't back in time, I will venture some creative answers... Patrick will also hide the "afekomen" and I will bribe him to give it to me so I can ask for a pony. One year, when he was much younger, he fell asleep during dinner and couldn't remember where he hid it. We turned the house upside down looking for it. Never found it but I still think BullyBoy ate it.

~Sar~