I wrote this before, but WP didn’t save or print it. Apparently a $13 bill had to be paid and we paid $50 elsewhere for this account’s domain name so I messed up.
That’s what blogging is all about, correct? A niche blog with 10K readers per year and no monetizing is an anomaly? Well, your comments are always welcome here and I haven’t made a nickel (haven’t tried) for six years now. This blog is a way to introduce you to my life, cookbooks and pantry and write.
That said, I left my dear 9 1/2 year old dog at the grocery store the other day. I never take her to the store because I’m worried someone will take her. She’s so sweet that if a kid reached into her bowl and took some of her food she’d just stare at me, those sweet brown eyes saying “Mommy, she just took my dinner!”
It took me two minutes to get home, a minute to dump the groceries on the kitchen counter and run back to get her. I was gone about four minutes. After running, as soon as I saw her I composed myself and walked slowly towards her. She had been sitting, looking for me. As soon as she saw me, she started sniffing around and perhaps eating some grass.
She’s been paying me back all week. She has no hips and cannot get onto our bed so she jumps down and lies underneath it, under my side, then wakes up an hour or two later and sits by my side of the bed and whines, once.
The mother in me answers, and gets out of bed and lifts her back up. My husband has actually slept through a Category 5 hurricane, with Zoe the dog, while I stayed up all night.
If it’s 1:00 I may get back to sleep. Three o’clock and I need to get up. That’s my punishment for leaving her, first and only time in nearly ten years, for four minutes. They had to grind meat for me and I picked up a few other things.
For now, I’ll stick to the car. She has an orthopedic bed back there and other accoutrements and loves being on the road. Water, snacks, food, all veterinarian-approved. Plus I can open the windows and give her fresh air, without her being leashed to a bicycle stand. Sorry, Zoe! Love, your real mother, the one who researched taking out your hips and who has fed and walked you 10 years.
Cooking with Dee 