Sick eating

I've got a weird cold (my head's a flaming ball of snot, I ache from my right ear down to my elbow, and I'm dumping so often I'm thinking about taking up residence in the bathroom), so Roger has been a sweetheart and made me one of my favorite "sick food" meals.  You know the kind - it's the thing that you go for when the thought of food slightly nauseates you, but you need sustenance.

Mine tend to be carb heavy and trailer trash oriented - for example, tonight's meal is Kraft Mac N Cheese (has to be Kraft - off brand just does not work) with Lil Smokies mixed in.  My other go-to meal is chicken noodle soup (either home made or Campbells, but thin noodles are obligatory) poured over mashed potatoes.  I know, I know - don't judge me, some of my formative years were spent in a trailer park or two.  Heck, at one point, Mom and I were living in a single wide - fortunately that only lasted for a year.

Next step is to watch Grimm, snuggle puppies, drink Theraflu and hit the bed.  Wake me up when I'm healthy again.  Goodnight, all.

Eating Habits of the Common Household Canine

Well, actually, let's face it - our guys are not all that common.  But nonetheless...

Moose is a mooch, plain and simple.  He doesn't care what it is, he wants a bite of it (or if he can figure out a way to take you down without witnesses, the entire side of beef.)  He'll eat anything, eggplant, okra, vindaloo with the spice level set at native... if you're eating it, he wants it.  He's not particularly subtle about it either - he will prop his head on your stomach and gaze soulfully into your eyes, given the chance.

Daisy... well, I've mentioned the whole princess aspect.  She will delicately wait to be offered a tidbit, which she may or may not approve of.  Meat is more likely to achieve approval than vegetables, seafood will actually make her stir herself to move closer to you, yogurt is spoiled milk and she wants no part of it.

Dancer, now, is the odd one out.  She actually eats kibble without being close to starvation, but she can't just eat it out of the bowl.  She'll pick out one piece of kibble, jump up on the couch, eat it (slowly) and then go back for another piece of kibble.  I'm not sure exactly how she manages to stay alive, as she burns more calories per bite than she consumes, but she does seem to be thriving.

Sleeping Habits of the Common Household Canine

Moose (Moosus Interruptus) - normally sleeps with me.  Normally does everything with me, in fact - including waiting impatiently outside the bathroom when I'm in there, occasionally giving off a whine or two, just to make sure I know he's there.  Sleeps under my blanket, curled up either in my knee space or at the base of my back.  He's very much a mama's dog, although he will occasionally pack up his jams and go to sleep with grandma, where he's usually fended off (loudly) by...

Daisy Mae (Princus Extremus).  She tends to sleep most nights with grandma, although she'll come sleep with me during the day sometimes.  On top of the blanket only, and usually no touching, although she'll sometimes take either the knee space or back space just to annoy the Moose.  Much more of a morning dog than...

Dancer (Grunkus Grunkus) - seen here doing her Beauty and the Beast impression.  Grunk spends her time bouncing back and forth between the two beds (it would be three beds if she could figure out how to get into Daniel's room - I'm afraid she is definitely a puppy of negotiable affection).  She usually will start her nights out sleeping on top of my chest in the "you must love me" position, then move down (stomping her way down my entire body) to the foot of the bed for a while before heading into Mom's room to finish out the night.