For The Love Of a Dog – Celebrating Love Your Pet Day
|February 19, 2014||Posted by amkuska under General|
February 20th is love your pet day, and we were asked to join other bloggers via twitter ( #pcpups if you want to see all of us) and share a favorite story of our pet. I can think of no better story than the great Purple Frosting incident.
In our house we have 4 dogs and 3 people. This is a very full household. As some of you may know, it is impossible to have this many people and that many dogs without someone trying to indulge a dog in something tasty. Usually something forbidden. When a forbidden something is given to a dog, it is inevitable that the person trying to sneak it gets caught. And what do we say when we catch a person giving something to a dog?
This might seem like a very odd thing to say to a person caught with a dog squirrel cheeking filet mignon, but it goes back (as most of our dog stories do) to Rocco.
A long time ago (in an apartment far, far away) I baked the most perfect batch of sugar cookies in all the land. Not only did I bake them perfectly, which is rare in itself, I also hand-made prodigious amounts of creamy purple frosting, which I slathered richly all over the cookies. I only made a dozen, and I hoarded these like a dragon guarding gold because…well…they were perfect!
I told my darling husband that under no circumstances were these to be fed to Rocco. At the time Rocco was only 6 months old, and our relationship was testy at best. Rocco was not being taught to sit, stay or come by my husband, but by golly he knew if I said “Out” to leave the kitchen immediately!
At the time of my telling my darling husband to not feed my precious cookies to the dog, Rocco was obediently ‘out’ of the kitchen with his toes lined up where the carpet met the linoleum. He did not have so much as a toenail over the line.
The doorbell rang, I went to answer it, chatted with my Mother-in-Law for a bit, and came back up to get a cookie for her to try, and found…less than one dozen cookies. My husband had one in his hand, a smile quivering on his lips as he munched it, and I just knew.
“Did you feed a cookie to that dog?”
“No. Of course not.”
Rocco, pleased to be invited into the kitchen, bounded in with PURPLE FROSTING all over his face.
My poor husband has yet to live this down. Now a days, I’m just as likely to be the one caught with “purple frosting” all over Rocco’s face, but the saying will be in our household forever.
This event is hosted by Personal Creations.