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02:29 pm: I Has a Sweet Potato
You know, a lot of times I write up random posts and then don't post them. But Best Beloved just called me, and I could not really explain why I was inarticulate about sweet potatoes, so I said I'd go ahead and post this. That way, she can read it at work and know just what kind of day it has been. (Short version, for those who do not feel like reading the whole post: ARRRRRRG. Fucking sweet potatoes.)

The longer version, summarized in conversation form:

Dog: I am starving.
Me: Actually, no. You aren't starving. You get two very good meals a day. And treats. And Best Beloved fed you extra food while I was gone.
Me: I saw you get fed not four hours ago! You are not starving.
Dog: Pity me, a sad and tragic creature, for I can barely walk, I am so starving. WOE.
Me: I am now ignoring you.
Dog: Did you hear me? I am starving.
Dog: Are you seriously ignoring me? Fine.

[There is a pause, during which the dog exits the room in a pointed manner.]

[From the kitchen, there comes a noise like someone is eating a baseball bat.]

Me, yelling: What the hell are you doing?
Me: *makes haste for the kitchen and finds dog there*
Dog: *picks up entire raw sweet potato, which is what was causing the baseball bat noise, and flees for the bedroom*
Me: *chases dog, retrieves most of sweet potato, less the portion which has disappeared into dog's gullet*
Me: ...That can't be good for you. It's a RAW SWEET POTATO.
Dog: I had to do it. I haven't been fed. Ever.
Me: You realize you aren't normal. Normal dogs don't steal raw sweet potatoes.
Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.
Me: Yes. Yes, you were.
Dog: By people who starved me.
Me: Oh, no. I am not doing this again.
Me: *exits the room, bearing sweet potato*

[There is a pause.]

[There is a noise like someone is trying to eat a baseball bat very very quietly.]

Me: Oh, for the love of GOD.
Me: *heads off to the kitchen*
Dog: I am not eating a raw sweet potato.
Me: You have sweet potato parts all over your snout.
Dog: But you don't actually SEE a raw sweet potato, do you? So maybe that's just - um. A birthmark.
Me: Did you seriously eat a whole sweet potato?
Dog: You don't listen. I told you, I wasn't eating a sweet potato.
Me, searching around fruitlessly: Look. NO MORE SWEET POTATOES.
Me: Oh, what am I saying? This is you we're talking about, here. *goes to hide all the sweet potatoes that are left - which isn't many - in the fridge, because some people cannot be trusted*
Dog: *attempts to look thwarted*
Dog: *does not succeed, because her tail is wagging so hard small cyclones are forming in the kitchen*
Me: *has a very bad feeling about this*

[There is a pause, during which I do not even bother trying to return to what I was doing. I just stand in the computer room, waiting.]

[There is, as I wholly expected, a baseball-bat-eating noise.]

Me, stomping back to the kitchen: OKAY. GIVE ME THE DAMNED SWEET POTATO.
Dog, looking up guiltily: What sweet potato?
Dog: Oh, did you want this? I just, um. Found it. Lying here.
Me: *confiscates the sweet potato and deposits it in the locking trashcan*
Me: Let us say no more about this.
Dog: ...Nooooo! They be stealin' my sweet potato!

[I attempt to remember what I was doing before the sweet potato episode.]

[Some ten minutes later, I succeed, and return to it.]

[NOT ONE MINUTE LATER, I hear a noise with which I have become all too familiar.]

Me, bonking head on desk: Arg.
Me, arriving in kitchen: How did you even get another sweet potato?
Dog, smugly: I have my ways.
Me: Are you punishing me for being away for several days? I was at a FUNERAL, you know. It wasn't FUN.
Dog: How would I know? You didn't take me. You left me here with only one human to look after my needs. One human is NOT ENOUGH.
Me: *shuts dog in bedroom, conducts a sweep of the kitchen to track down all remaining sweet potatoes, wipes up random sweet potato particles from floor, eradicates all traces of sweet potato from house*
Me: *lets dog out*
Dog, sulkily: Oh, so you think you've won.

[I watch her go about her business with the same sense of overwhelming doom that heroines of Victorian novels get when they meet Count Sinistrus Grimblack for the first time.]

[Half an hour later, there is a wetter, juicier eating noise, as though someone was eating a very moist baseball bat.]

Me, wearily: What NOW?
Dog, hunched over the remains of a butternut squash: *says something garbled because her mouth is full*
Me: Okay. Fine.
Me: *stomps over, empties entire vegetable bowl into trash*
Dog: I'm not even remotely sorry. I told you I was hungry. And you went to a funeral without me.

[A half-hour later, there is another baseball-bat-eating noise from the kitchen. The dog, who apparently does not know how to win gracefully, has found another sweet potato, or possibly caused one to materialize from the Rift.]

Me, hauling chewed sweet potato parts from the mouth of a dog very reluctant to part with them: Oh my god how is this my life?
Dog: Don't you think it would just be easier to feed me?
Dog: Actually, I feel...um...not so good.
Dog: *throws up* *vomit is very bright orange*

[Unfortunate details ensue.]

Some time later:
Me, attempting to rescue something from the wreckage: So. What have we learned from this?
Dog: Sweet potatoes are yummy!
Other Dog, looking thoughtful: I should pay more attention to crunching noises. Sweet potatoes are probably yummy.
Me: I need a lobotomy.

And that, Best Beloved - and anyone else who made it through that - is What Kind of Day It Has Been.


[ETA 6/22/2007: Hi! I can't reply to comments on this entry any more; I'm reading them all, and loving them, but responding is beyond me. So:

If you'd like to link people here, feel free.

If you'd like to leave a comment, please do. They make me happy.

If you'd like to repost or use this elsewhere, please don't; I'd prefer you to link. And no commercial use of my work without my permission, please.

If you see this reposted or used elsewhere, I'd very much appreciate a comment or email - thefourthvine at livejournal dot com - to let me know where.

Thank you for reading!

...And, yes, she has had more sweet potato; I gave it to her when the comments on this hit the tenth page. I figured she'd earned it.]


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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:05 pm (UTC)
I was pointed here by jelazakazone, and I'm in hysterical giggles now. On the other hand, I have two small children trying to thwart me on a daily basis just like your dog, so I suppose I shouldn't laugh too hard. :P
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Date:May 11th, 2007 03:56 am (UTC)
No, no, that's exactly when you should laugh. When you are routinely thwarted all day long by creatures who are smaller than you, and supposedly dependent on you for all their needs, well. It's laugh or rob 7-11s, and frankly I'm not menacing enough for crime.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:11 pm (UTC)
Two dog stories, one that I left over at metaquotes too --

First story; friend of a friend's German Shepard half-grown puppy. The puppy was left alone for the day, and there was a bunch of bananas on the kitchen counter. Our friend came home to find the dog hiding under the table, and the empty banana peels on the floor. And he realized that the puppy had knocked the bunch off the table, and then had carefully stepped on each of the bananas at one end to make them squirt out of the other end like toothpaste, and had thus managed to peel and eat an entire bunch of bananas. He said he didn't punish her, because firstly, the puppy was going to be sick soon and that would be punishment enough; and secondly, because that was just too clever.

Then there was our dog, also half-grown at this point; the first time he went to the dog groomer, he came home with a little bow around his neck. He went running around the house trying to take it off, and my father wanted to take it off too; but Mom just wanted to get a picture and made us leave it on. She went in to fetch her camera while our dog was scratching at the bow and running from one room to the next; when Mom finally got her camera, we herded the dog into the kitchen, and saw the bow was gone. We looked around for it for a while, but couldn't find it; we figured it had fallen off behind the couch.

The next morning, Dad let the dog out into the yard for his morning constiutional, and was doing the breakfast dishes. I was finishing my breakfast, and saw Dad glance out the window, then do a double-take and glance out again. Then he just turned to me and said, "well, I know where the bow went..."
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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:24 pm (UTC)
You have no clue who I am but someone pointed me towards this entry.

Absolutely hilarious! I caught my dog eating raw potatoes once a looong time ago. This brought back a great memory!

*saves in Memories*

Thanks so much for sharing.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:24 pm (UTC)
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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:42 pm (UTC)
Easily the best post I've read in months. I feel for you.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
Another voice in the chorus, another vote for the funniest thing on the net since the invention of the Invisible Bike. FAHHHHHHH-NEE!
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC)

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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
what kinda dog is this?
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Date:September 24th, 2007 12:03 am (UTC)
Heh, since the poster has been overwhelmed, in the response to another comment somewhere....it's a lab.

Which had been our guess while we were reading this, having experience with labs. :)
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
Just in case no one's pointed you at this cartoon which SO APPLIES:

It's *emotionally* true.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
Here via breedists_no. Holy shit, this is hilarious. I am only sad that there are no pictures of your goofy, sweet-potato covered dog.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
So, so hilarious.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
Your day was very, very funny.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)

oh, wow....

yeah, I know I'm the hundred gazillionth commenter, b-u-t....I was crying from laughter reading this.

truly. You made my day.
Date:May 9th, 2007 08:41 pm (UTC)
I got this through a link in jarrow. I have cried for I was laughing so hard, I feared I would end up without breath.

And I *heart* your dog for I go through similar things with my bloody cat.

Just brilliant!
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Date:May 9th, 2007 08:47 pm (UTC)
(Here via starwatcher307) This is a perfect thing, a thing of joy which I will laugh over forever. My far-distant uncontrollable permanent glee is not much of a reward for you, I realize, considering the Day It Was for you. But I can and do offer much sympathy, since I have a cat who -- when she is STARVING, which is always -- eats paper. With similar persistence and to very similar effect.
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