A Note from Big Daddy on Old Dogs and New Tricks

This morning Big Daddy sent me an e-mail admonishing me for an inaccurate detail in yesterday's post, "Old Dogs and New Tricks." Being a staunch believer in accuracy in the media -- and finding his email hil-ari-ous -- I thought I'd share.

Enjoy.

Accuracy isn't always important in blogs, but just so you will know it wasn't a ham the damn dog got me blamed for eating. It was a two-pound package of raw hamburger meat. I'd know if I would have eaten raw burger.

She has now learned to get away with her shit by closing the refrigerator door after she robs us of our food. She will get what she can reach and then push the door back closed. If she had learned this earlier, we probably would not have caught her at all. (Since then, the horrible results of a restless sleep study provided my father with a beloved CPAP machine -- and he sleeps like baby, never leaving the bed.) Although I don't get up eating all night anymore, I would still be getting the blame anyway.

Suze sits in the middle of the living room and raises hell while mom and I try to eat supper and only quits wailing if she gets at least half of what we are eating. I told mom to start cooking for an extra visitor and feeding her the same as we get. I was instructed the she already does but Suze eats hers before I get in and when she is barking at us she is seeking her second helping.

We have to put all meat or cheese on the upper shelves if we want any and put broccoli and celery and shit like that on the bottom. That tactic pisses Suzie off. She don't like celery but she will pull it out and leave it on the floor anyway.