With Thanksgiving prayers of grace now a thing of the past and most of the left-overs consumed, a good amount of uneaten sweet potatoes remained. I began to wonder if I might be able to feed them to my dog, Godfrey. I named him that because I thought it would be fun yelling a shortened version of his name when I wanted him to do something. It is fun.
I know chocolate (particularly dark chocolate) is poisonous to dogs and I spent nearly $450,000.00 in vet bills and residential rehab when Godfrey became addicted to guacamole several years ago. So, I went online with the question, ” Can dogs eat sweet potatoes?”. The first site I explored had the answer, ” Sweet potatoes are packed with nutrients and are highly digestible. They are as good as any other crap you might throw in your dog’s face”. I love clarity.
So I yelled, “Hey God! Get over here. I’ve got something for you.”
When I reach the Pearly Gates and am asked if I’d broken any of the Ten Commandments, I’ll plead : “Guilty…with an explanation.” In the meantime, I’m going to go back online to find out how I can use my neighbor’s cat as an interactive, exterior Christmas tree ornament. I don’t think that’s one of the, “Thou shalt nots.”
I love this.
My sister used to ski a lot and spent a lot of time in Truckee, California. She and her husband lived in Sacramento but their obsession with the town of Truckee was so great that when they got a dog they named him — you got it: Truckee. Eventually they moved to a small house on the outskirts of their favorite town and every evening nearing sundown my sister would go outside and call the dog home:
“TRUCKEE!!…TRUCKEE!!”
The neighbors were, as the British say, gobsmacked.