Dog, Exonerated


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Sorry that it took so long to get back to blogging. 2013 has turned into a very very crappy year. I lost my mother in May, and I am still licking my wounds from that (and probably always will). I may write about some of it in later posts, but first I need to take a few minutes to clear up a few things.

Last year I blogged about the dog stealing our delicious roasted bellypork.  I also posted an entry about the Saturday Flood.

But I left out a vital piece of information as to WHY the kitchen flooded. The plumber had to bust through the back of my kitchen cupboards (noooo) to get to the pipe. While he was doing the repairs, he noticed a piece of meat below the broken pipe. He showed it to me and we both saw at the same time that there were claw marks in it. “You have a rat, m’love”, he said with a ‘good luck with that’ type of giggle. Whatever mate….I got your giggle right here. NOTHING about this is funny. EEEEK!

Basically, Mr. Rat was coming in out of the cold to keep warm and get something to eat. He had to push past said pipe to get up on the kitchen counter and pull the bellypork off the plate. Eventually the pipe broke and flooded the entire kitchen.

So Hubs and I came up with a plan. I plugged in some sonic pest repellers, and my husband set out some poison. For the record, I was praying that the rat would just leave, no poison required. But I was desperate….I wanted my house back!

It took about a week for the rat to eat all of the poison. After a while, the dog wasn’t chasing after it anymore. Great sign, but where was it? As they say on Law & Order, “no body, no murder”. My husband searched all over but never found it. We found a suspect hole in the back of the house, so he stuffed it with steel wool (rodents hate it) and sealed it with cement. That night, I came home from work to find a sick dog and piles of doggy vomit all over the floor. Lovely. Hubs got to cleaning them up so I could get ready for a work party. Great…time for a glass of wine to relax. I walked into the kitchen…washed my hands…walked towards the refrigerator…and found a HUGE rat lying underneath it! Let me take that back…it was a huge DEAD rat! I screamed to high heaven and pulled a Usain Bolt right out of there!!!!  Mr. Rat was probably trying to get out of the house to die but his escape route was sealed off! MWAHAHAHAHAHA….

I truly believe that God allowed the dog to get sick to keep him out of the kitchen and away from Mr. Rat. Otherwise he would’ve gotten to it and ingested the poison (and probably would’ve sat it on my lap as a gift. Eeuch). The vet told us there was a bug going around and he had treated dozens of dogs! He prescribed a course of antibiotics and the dog was back to normal after about a week. PHEW!

It made sense…..THE DOG DIDN’T DO IT! I know for a fact that I can sit a plate full of meat down at his eye level, leave the room, and return to find the plate untouched. HE KNOWS BETTER! That’s why I could never believe that it was him that swiped the meat. I felt I owed him this entry to clear his name.

I’m very sorry BabyDog….Mummy loves you…



Guest Blogger


I’m Woody, the family dog.   My mommy was too tired to blog today, so I’m going to post something for her to help her out.  I owe her that much since she left that nice piece of meat on the kitchen counter for me!

I come from Dogs Trust in Evesham.  I was there for 3 weeks before I found my new mommy and daddy.  My other humans separated.  One of them didn’t want me, and the other couldn’t keep me.  I still miss them, but I’m glad that I’m with my new humans.  They needed me as much as I needed them.

My daddy takes me on long walks in the park.  It’s great to meet other dogs, especially ones from Dogs Trust!  I also love rolling in horse poo.   I don’t know why they hate when I do it, it feels and smells GREAT!  I love when mommy rubs my belly.  My favorite place is on the couch.

I wish all pets could be as happy as I am. Please check out or your local animal shelter because they always need donations.  Maybe there’s a pet there for you to either adopt or sponsor.  There are lots of ways to help out.  Winter is coming…please drop off some blankets to help keep my friends warm.   😀

Oops! I hear Mommy coming…better get off her computer!  Bye!


Sunday Night’s Roast Beast (or Dinner Is In The Dog)



After church on Sunday, I decided to go to the supermarket and pick up a nice beast to roast for dinner.   The beast of choice ended up being a huge pork belly already seasoned with cracked black pepper.   All I had to do is put it in the oven.  Set it and forget it.  I added white wine, onions and, on a whim, I put in some black-eyed peas. I boiled peas and carrots for hubby and I also roasted some asparagus, mushrooms and potatoes. And since I was feeling REALLY frisky, I even made gravy!

Dinner was absolutely DELICIOUS.  I’ll even go as far as saying that it’s the best roast beast I’d ever made.  Both of us were thinking that Monday’s leftovers would taste even better because all of the flavors would have a chance to party together.  It’s also a good sign when the dog is drooling too.


Later on in the evening, I asked hubby to go in the kitchen and put the food away because I was sure it was completely cooled off.   He quickly came back in, looking pale, and said, “I wasn’t sure if you put the meat away already, but there’s still a piece at the back of the counter.  Did you mean to leave it there?”


So I went into the kitchen and I saw an empty plate, and a small piece of the remaining pork belly at the back of the counter, sans crackling.  I looked back at the dog and he was staring back at us like the cat that caught the canary.   So I sent him to bed with the rest of our supper (I had no choice…he had already eaten it).  He’ll get the last little piece at some point, since it’s not fit for human consumption anymore.   He had NEVER done that before, so I guess he thought the roast beast was REALLY good.


So, no Monday leftovers for us (or Tuesday for that matter…there was enough for 3 days)!   Well, we had sizzling pork steaks instead, which were very tasty.

Dinner is literally in the dog.  Lucky little bugger.



Weekly Photo Challenge: Green

OK, OK….I know that this isn’t exactly GREEN per se, but this is the first image that came to my mind when I saw this week’s photo challenge.   This is a picture of little old (or young) me at 2 months old covered in money, or ‘green’ as we Americans call it.  Not sure why my brother did that, but whenever I see this picture it makes me smile.   Aww…I’m so cute…bless.


While I was searching for that picture, I came across this one of my dog relaxing in the back garden.   Green enough for you (erm….the grass, not the dog)?