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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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[User Picture]
Date:May 9th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you SO much for making me laugh, because I really needed it.

I am sorry, though - that you had to go through so much craziness.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I needed to laugh today. One of my greyhounds is skulking around wearing a cut-down t-shirt to keep a wound clean and looking *very* badly treated by Yrs Truly who won't keep feeding her cookies to make up for it. I've explained to her that she did it to herself with no help from other dogs or humans, just clumsiness at the dog park, but she doesn't accept my logic. Meanwhile Yrs Truly is contemplating how to pay for the vet bill --surgery, anasthesia, antibiotics, painkillers....
[User Picture]
Date:May 9th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
*giggles madly*

This was great.

And I thought my three dogs could get into trouble.
[User Picture]
Date:May 9th, 2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
Just letting you know that I just spent a good hour reading your past entries and am therefore friending you because that whole satirical witty humor thing? You've got it in spades. :D Keep writing!
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:11 pm (UTC)
Got here via someone's link...So brilliant! I was in hysterics the entire time, could barely read it aloud to my girl while she ran for the toilet so as not to have an unfortunate accident on the couch from laughing so hard.

My dog has taken to playing with onions. They're ball shaped, yay! ARRG

[User Picture]
Date:May 9th, 2007 11:30 pm (UTC)
Hee! how did Astro find an onion?

I heart you both. HI!
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:18 pm (UTC)
Yet another "got it off of someone elses page" person. All I can say is that I have SO been there. They just try to look all cute and innocent and then the second you turn your back, bam!, there are those little bitches (hey, I have a female dog. They are called that for a reason) nose first into the flip lid trash can. I have discovered many times over that snotty tissues are appearently an excellent snack...
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:19 pm (UTC)
Came here via metaquotes. GREAT STORY. If the SPCA ever heard our cats yowl for food, they'd think we hadn't fed them for weeks. And I'm like, "I fed you an hour ago!"
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:27 pm (UTC)
I'm dying from the ensuing tears. They shall veritably wash me away in a sea of laughter. One of our dogs could have easily done this too...

... my siblings simply would have flushed them down the toilet!
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
Hi, I was linked here as many have been. And as I have commented to people I know that have also loved this post, I am commenting to you. This cracked me up so much. And you have such a way with words. Hilarious and really, really frustrating. I never knew how yummy a raw sweet potato was. Now I know. You are hilarious and your dog, I really love the dog. baseball bat noises. bwah!
Date:May 9th, 2007 11:36 pm (UTC)
Sounds like my kids.

*licks you for being so funny*
[User Picture]
Date:May 9th, 2007 11:40 pm (UTC)
But at least you made my son's whole week, so you have that.
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Date:May 9th, 2007 11:47 pm (UTC)
oh. my. Ghod.

I don't know you, I don't think, but as far as I can tell you have an exact clone of MY dog!!!!!!!!!!!

I am laughing so hard that I hurt.

Oh, and for the record, raw sweet potato is actually GOOD for dogs. My vet told me so.
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Date:May 10th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
brilliant. yes. please accept this star.
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Date:May 10th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
Here via half my friendslist.

I have the cat counterparts of your dog. I am apparently perpetually starving them and they will eat ANYTHING. And then throw it all up. Preferably on my office chair.

Hilarious story, thank you.
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Date:May 10th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
I am sorry for your, er... experience, but I wanted to let you know this has been a tough day, and your account has cheered me immensely. Thank you.
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