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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 10th, 2007 05:51 am (UTC)
Oh hell, I just realized I used TOTALLY the wrong icon before to comment on this post. Hee hee.
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 07:18 am (UTC)

I see that you, too, have arrived at the Universal Truth that all dogs are mercilessly starved by their owners.

My dog (and mercifully, I currently just have one, but keep on wondering whether Mali needs another hound to keep him company) will relentlessly hoover 'food' (and I use the term veeeeeeery loosely) up off the pavement (=sidewalk, for I am a Brit) whenever we're out, irrespective of how recently he's eaten. What's worse is that there is one, and exactly one, type of foodstuff that he can eat without, erm... how does one put this delicately?... without inducing unwanted digestive side effects. Needless to say, said foodstuff is not a half-eaten kebab that's been thrown on the pavement the night before.

I know this. I'm sure Mali knows this, deep down. But, for some reason, 'Look! Free Food! Must Eat Now!' always seems to win out over 'I might regret eating this later'...
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 08:38 am (UTC)
Your day may have been full of crappy sweet potatoes, but you? You are solid comedy gold. <3
Date:May 10th, 2007 11:09 am (UTC)
*laughs her head off*

Why did I not have this LJ friended already? *goes to remedy*
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 11:12 am (UTC)
A friend send me here...this is hilarious!

And I don't even have a dog.
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 11:47 am (UTC)
Wow that's horrible...but realy hillareous.

[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 11:58 am (UTC)
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 12:51 pm (UTC)
I was sent here by someone on my flist... Your story is the story of my life. However, replace sweet potatoes with underwear.

Thank you for the laugh!
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 12:57 pm (UTC)
*holding sides from laughing too hard*

Thank goodness our cats show absolutely no interest in human food (except of course for the fact that our eating it keeps us from meeting their every need RIGHT THIS SECOND!).

Oh, I so needed this...
Thank you seems like the wrong thing to say, but it really was a great way to start my morning.

Whew....must compose myself.
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 01:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you - I needed a laugh after the day I had yesterday :-)

Your dog sounds strangely like my cat . . . but without an obsession for sweet potatoes.
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 01:43 pm (UTC)
Ok. I now need a large towel to clean all the coffee off the monitor and keyboard. You've got my sympathies, but that was damned funny.
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 01:47 pm (UTC)
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Date:May 10th, 2007 01:54 pm (UTC)
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."

AAAAACK! We Have The Same Dog! LOL
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 02:19 pm (UTC)
I am sorry about your day.

This is a lie, because your day and the beautifully perfect way you wrote about it made my day all the better.

So I am laughing at your pain and I don't even know you. How mean is THAT?
[User Picture]
Date:May 10th, 2007 04:19 pm (UTC)
This was wonderfully written, and gave me yet another excellent reason to have cats. And a rooster.
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