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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:August 16th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
absolutely hilarious! sounds like my dog, except replace "underpants" for "sweet potato".
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Date:August 18th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)

Absolutely hilarious!


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Date:August 18th, 2007 04:25 am (UTC)
ohmiGOD. my cats do that all the time. not with sweet potatoes, but they have taken dinner rolls. And broccoli. And cheese. They are all WE ARE NEGLECTED AND YOU NEVER FEED US EVER WAH.
[User Picture]
Date:August 18th, 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
[User Picture]
Date:August 19th, 2007 01:53 am (UTC)


Must get inhaler..

Date:August 22nd, 2007 07:35 pm (UTC)
hi there
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Date:August 24th, 2007 07:31 pm (UTC)
LOLOL!!! Seriously...the only thing I could think of was my parent's Airedale, only in her case it was stereo speakers...and later, rocks from outside. They've already had to take her to the vet twice and have spent about 3 grand on animal medical bills removing foreign objects out of her stomach!
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Date:August 26th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Good lord, most amazingly funny thing ever. My parents dog....evil devil beast that it is...finds great amusement in eating tissue and socks...wich mind you 'dont' digest. I did cut/past this and mail it off to a few friends...and may this post live on eternal as the funniest thing ever!
Date:August 27th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)

Another dog eating inappropriate stuff

My mom's roommate used to have a German Shepherd, Princess, who also complained of constant hunger. Her 4 year old son took pity on her one day and fed her an entire frozen chicken. But that was nothing compared to the day she ate a box of Brillo pads. Yes, Brillo pads.

She was never pleasant when going for her walks, but that day.......

Date:August 28th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
I fell off my bed laughing
reminds me of my ex gf actually.... hehehe
[User Picture]
Date:September 6th, 2007 05:20 am (UTC)
I laughed so hard I cried. And possibly even peed myself a little. Thank you SO MUCH for sharing.
[User Picture]
Date:September 6th, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
This link was given to me at a SCA Event

I am glad to say that even sober, this is absolutely hilarious!
[User Picture]
Date:September 6th, 2007 04:27 pm (UTC)
Also, may 8th is my birthday :)
Date:September 12th, 2007 07:37 am (UTC)

Crunch, crunch, Crunch

fortunately I had read this post BEFORE I heard the ominous baseball bat eating sounds :) Thought you'd appreciate the user pic I chose. And it's amazing how smug a guilty Dalmatain can actually look!!!
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Date:September 12th, 2007 05:03 pm (UTC)
I can has root vegetables?
Date:September 13th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
I just encountered both Dog in Elk and I Has Sweet Potato, and I tell you, this has been the best day all month. Great stories, both of them.

I'll share one:
A friend of mine had an elderly dachshund she left for a day with the next door neighbor, an equally elderly lady named Gladys. It was a few days before Christmas and Gladys had her fruitcake gifts (for others) wrapped in foil and under her tree. Gladys wasnt chintzy-these were 5 lb fruitcakes.
Gladys went out for a short while and came home to find that the dachshund had eaten one entire fruitcake and had started on another. I'm told Gladys never did quite see the humor of the situation. As for the dog, he appeared to have swallowed a basketball, but evenutally pooped himself back to normal size.

I posted this earlier, and it's worth repeating: sometimes these canine gastronomic adventures arent so humorous. A few months ago a friend of mine shelled out nearly 6 thousand smackers to save her golden retriever, who'd eaten part of a cloth napkin and developed bowel obstruction.
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