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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:July 12th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)

Sweet potatoes are good for dogs :)

Date:July 24th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)

Sweet Potato

I printed out several copies and took it to my book club pot luck. We did it as a play (three parts the Dog, Me and the Narrator) after dinner. Everyone loved it.
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Date:August 3rd, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
Thank you for writing this. My stomach hurts from laughing.
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Date:August 3rd, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)


OMG So very much the funniest thing I have read in I don't know how long. Oddly enough, I read it with the voice of what I imagine my dog sounds like. Go figure. Thanks for sharing.
Date:August 6th, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)

mine now, thanks.

I'm stealing this and making it my own
Date:August 6th, 2010 03:13 pm (UTC)

Re: mine now, thanks.

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Date:September 7th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
I find this to be the most hilarious thing ever. Stumbled Upon it!
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Date:September 18th, 2010 05:10 am (UTC)

Oh dear!!!!

My ex-bf's dog used to eat vegetation too. I planted herbs in 2 pots next to the back steps, and he ate those. He also ate a bean tree/bush in our back yard down to the ground over several days.
Our cat likes eating bread, by chewing through the bag and then into the bread. He also chewed into a bag of frozen veges when they were in the shopping bag, next to the fridge, waiting to be put in the freezer. Someone told me he was chewing on something, and I thought they meant the frozen fish in the bag as well, but I was wrong.
Our dog likes cat biscuits, and our cat likes helping him to get them. Twice the cat pushed the box of cat biscuits off the top of the fridge so the dog coyuld tear it open and eat them.
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Date:September 19th, 2010 02:31 pm (UTC)
I read this to my love this morning and we both laughed....then karma came and I have had an afternoon chasing my cat around trying to stop her eating a chocolate muffin (literally minutes after I had just given her extra food!!) and being indignant when i took it off her - especially after she had gt it the third time by knocking the entire peddle bin over!!
Date:September 20th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)

I know exactly how you feel...

Thanks for the laugh... Although, I know exactly how you feel, but for me it is x4. I have four(big)dogs who work together to get things off of our counters and on top of the frig. Then when I discover what ever it is they got into (of coarse I ask them, lol "who did this?") then each one of them will look at the other as if to say she/he did. It is definitely a seeing is believing type of thing. lol I have caught our Retriever being lifted/pushed up on to the counters, by the other three dogs, and then when they see me, the other three dive to hide, while the retriever just sits on the counter as if he is a statue. It is quite hilarious.
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Date:September 24th, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC)
This is so my life LOL

and imagine...I have three dogs....
Date:October 8th, 2010 08:46 am (UTC)

Root (and other) Vegetables

That is just hilarious - thank you for sharing :-)))

My dog loves sweet potato, pumpkin, carrot, mushroom, capsicum, beans, peas, corn, pretty much anything that isn't raw celery. No more kitchen scraps! He doesn't manage to get whole ones though!
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Date:October 19th, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
Best post I've read in a long time... LMAO!
Date:November 19th, 2010 03:02 pm (UTC)


I laughing so hard that I had to stop in the middle and find a tissue for the tears that were pouring out my eyes. Hilarious. Thank you for sharing this moment.
Date:November 23rd, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)

Air Force Ones

Walking in the desert, people badly need sweet spring water. Struggling in adversity, people eagerly want to have true friendship. http://www.airforceones.cc/
Date:November 28th, 2010 05:27 am (UTC)


I laughed so hard I cried. This, for me, is right up there with "Dogs in Elk".

My favorite part?
Dog: I'm not even remotely sorry. I told you I was hungry. And you went to a funeral without me.

So freaking awesome, LOL
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