Nike

Nike was purchased, runt of a Collie litter, for my brother and youngest sister and was left, of course, with Mom when they flew the coop.

One day when she was older, I was visiting parents and making breakfast for the family. I made eggs to order, toast and bacon. One of my orders was for a two-sided plastic dish for a piece of toast and poached egg on one side and two milk bones on the other. Specifically left-right.

I cooked for the family and made Nike’s egg the way she liked it and served it to her on toast with biscuits on the side. She wouldn’t eat it. My brother asked if I’d buttered the toast before mixing it with the egg.

After adding a tsp. of soft butter and stirring it around, she ate it. One of my harshest critics, Nike was!

Yet I chose to cook for my first dog (as an adult), who was abused and had problems with dried foods. So I made her lentil loaf, rice, and mixed it with high-quality dried food and homemade chicken broth.

My goodness, it sounds as if I’m a short-order cook for my animals and not just for my Jim! I’ll have to think about that overnight. McCain just accepted the nomination and ended his speech, something Jim was watching and I heard in the background.

Note: Now I’ve mixed dogs and politicians. Well, dogs are more honest than any politician, whatever party. Ladies, if your dog doesn’t like your boyfriend, ditch him. The boyfriend. Dogs are canny and know who to trust. You don’t want to marry someone your dog hates. And if he tells you to get rid of the dog, that’s a double whammy. Lose the guy!

Note: I’m thinking the music at this convention is geared to McCain’s era of the 40’s and Palin’s 1990’s focus so they ended up with disco stuff I heard in college in the 1970’s. Nice compromise.