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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:November 15th, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Holy crap. I just laughed until I cried and probably woke up half the house. But I absolutely definitely feel your pain. Because my guide dog - my GUIDE DOG, ferchrissakes, my trained working dog who has had more education than most people I know put together AND I LIVE IN CAMBRIDGE - is obsessed with bread products. Croissants, cinnamon bread, pumpkin bread (ESPECIALLY pumpkin bread!), muffins, you name it. If there is a carbohydrate lurking within a hundred miles, she will rat it out. The irony here is that she is actually not a food-motivated dog, when it comes to, well, dog food. That's not all that exciting. People food, to which she is generally allergic, is an entirely different story. She once ate most of a flat of croissants from BJs or Costco or somewhere like that. I think she left us two croissants. She's picked up a muffin off the floor of the Harvard busway while wearing a Gentle Leader. She's eaten multiple loaves of bread in a night. I have to keep her on tie-down when I'm asleep or in the shower, lest she go all Passover on us and attempt to cleanse the house of leavened products. If she'd ever come in contact with a sweet potato, I'm sure she'd love them too, but bread and paper products are her true loves. I guess everyone has their weaknesses....

In any case, thank you for this post. And, um, good luck. There's a place down the street that serves sweet potato biscuits. Maybe my dog and your dog should do brunch sometime?
[User Picture]
Date:November 16th, 2008 05:27 am (UTC)
Awesome! I got linked here in a response to a post I made linking someone to a funny letter to President Obama as to why he should NOT get a Golden doodle dog.
[User Picture]
Date:November 16th, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC)
that's how I got here too!

huh. dog stories seem to make the rounds, don't they?
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Date:November 16th, 2008 04:50 pm (UTC)
Hi, I'm sure you don't need yet one more comment. I just wanted to let you know that my dog will pick squash out of my garden and eat them. Zucchini, Butternut, Acorn.. doesnt' matter. He loves to grab them when I'm not looking and devour them.

Dogs. They are so crazy.
[User Picture]
Date:November 17th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)

No wonder people keep coming back here to read this...

Great story!
[User Picture]
Date:November 17th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
Oh, yeah. We had a dog who would pull carrots out of the garden and eat them. :)
[User Picture]
Date:November 17th, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
OMG that was laugh out loud funny. Everyone who lives with dogs should read this.
Date:November 21st, 2008 06:54 pm (UTC)
You are a stupendous writer, thank you so much for this.
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Date:November 26th, 2008 03:16 am (UTC)
I am so sorry to read of the passing of Cassie. I hope that the memories of her exploits will comfort you and Best Beloved in this time of grief.

And, of course: like everyone else, I was laughing out loud. Which for the librarian to do in the library is frowned upon.

WW, who once did not have to clean up after the Lhasa Apso got into the remaining 2-foot-square birthday cake with buttercreme frosting, other than pitching the perfectly-clean cardboard base and the plastic lid.
[User Picture]
Date:December 1st, 2008 08:56 am (UTC)
You have added laughter and absurdity to my day, and I thank you heartily for both!
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Date:December 3rd, 2008 10:26 pm (UTC)
OMG that is TOOO funny! I think your dog and my dog are long lost siblings... this dog begins to "stave" 2 hours before it's time for dinner, and LOVES veggies. Any kind. Including onions. And you thought dog breath was bad before!

Thanks for the smiles!
Date:December 10th, 2008 07:17 pm (UTC)

Sweet potatoes

OMG, who's spying in my kitchen??? This is so my life with two little boy Min Pins!!
Date:December 10th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)

Sweet Potato

I laughed so hard when I read this. Are you sure that dog is not a Vizsla? She sounds just like one!
Date:December 11th, 2008 06:12 pm (UTC)

Reprint please?

I think this is great! I am a newsletter editor for a local dog club and I would like to reprint this with your permission in our newsletter. Would this be ok? Please let me know at natalia@wetherbeekennels.com

Kind Regards,

Date:December 11th, 2008 07:12 pm (UTC)


your writing style is wonderful and I have passed this on to friends and family. I have this dog... she's only 6 mo but has already had similiar instances of "she can't see me, now's the time."

[User Picture]
Date:January 2nd, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
I just fully agree that this is the way of how a dog can be fucking annoying. And very well done! I like your style. ^.^
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Date:January 12th, 2009 11:32 am (UTC)
You are wonderfully cruel to those poor doggies aren't you?
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