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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.
Dog: STARVING.
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: STARVING.
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*
Dog: See? STARVING.
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?
Me: THE ONE IN YOUR MOUTH.
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*
Me: WE JUST WON'T HAVE ANY ROOT VEGETABLES ANYMORE. THERE. ARE YOU HAPPY?
Dog: I'm not even remotely sorry. I told you I was hungry. And you went to a funeral without me.
Me: ARRRRRRRRG.

[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?
Me: EVERYONE GO TO THE BEDROOM AND STAY THERE. EAT NOTHING.
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.

FUCKING SWEET POTATOES. ARG.

[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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From:barriequark
Date:September 12th, 2014 02:40 am (UTC)

I know it well.

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For us, it's the wooden train tracks from the kids' train set. I swear upon all that is holy that I have searched the house from top to bottom, ridding it of ALL pieces of track.

And yet....

Every single morning I find chewed up splinters on the dog bed.

Where the heck is she finding them?!?!?
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From:vikingprincess
Date:November 1st, 2014 12:45 pm (UTC)
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Revisiting the most hilarious root vegetable post ever, because it's Sweet Potato Awareness Month.

Still hilarious. SO VERY HILARIOUS! :)
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From:BarbCaffrey
Date:November 28th, 2014 01:08 pm (UTC)

Very, very amused.

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Any dog lover -- or animal lover -- should love this.

I know my dog would be right there trying to get the sweet potato, probably fighting over it alongside your dog. ;-)
From:thehunterseeks
Date:December 16th, 2014 09:40 pm (UTC)
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OMG, this was worth actually coming to LiveJournal for. :D
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From:ysobelle
Date:March 10th, 2015 12:19 am (UTC)
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Just so you know: it is nearly eight years later, and I just had to share this with friends because I couldn't stand their not knowing why I kept saying, "Arg! FUCKING SWEET POTATOES!"

They were highly amused.
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From:montuos
Date:May 27th, 2015 08:00 pm (UTC)
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This tale never grows old. Never. I had to share the link with friends again just now; it was a moral imperative!
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From:seticat
Date:June 6th, 2015 08:24 pm (UTC)
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Read this a long time ago. Forgot about it. Just read it again [thanks to a friend who linked to it]. It's going to take me a couple of hours to clean the Pepsi off the monitor.
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From:muffyjo
Date:March 5th, 2016 12:33 am (UTC)
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This continues to be relevant and quoted in my circles, even to today. :) A friend's dog found a sweet potato randomly on the street and she took a photo and posted...immediately all of us came back here and raced to post a link to this story. :) We have done dramatic readings of this to each other (and sometimes to our parents) and have spent countless giggles re-reading it.

Thank you for your fabulous sense of humor and for sharing this.
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From:blk
Date:March 8th, 2016 12:57 am (UTC)
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I just forwarded this story to a friend who had never heard about the Dog and Sweet Potato Incident. Just to let you know that your horrible day continues to spread the internet, bringing joy. Thank you!
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From:jennilee_rose
Date:June 5th, 2016 08:25 pm (UTC)

You Has a Labrador?

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I have a lab named Ranger and this sounds exactly like what he would do. No food is safe from a lab.
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From:lupagreenwolf
Date:July 21st, 2016 06:37 am (UTC)
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I still, to this day, use this as one of my top go-to posts to send to people who are having a bad day and need cheering up. Thank you.
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From:hermi
Date:December 19th, 2016 03:36 pm (UTC)
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Thank you for brightening my day, all these years later.
From:Laini Leal
Date:January 13th, 2017 02:39 pm (UTC)

I feel your frustration!

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I had a dog once who loved raw baking potatoes and we would go through the same drama with her. She was also known to ferociously bark at the door until I answered it, then while I was discussing whatever with said visitor, she would slink back to the kitchen and stealthily grab the block of cheese (or whatever was up there) and wolf it down and be back at my side before I knew she was gone. Then when I got a cat, they worked in cahoots to get bread off the counter.
I now have one that recently punished me for taking his sister to an agility trial by eating my only pair(only one of them) of winter gloves when the next morning it was going to be freezing. And then kept getting the destroyed glove out of the trash to continue destroying it.
And yes all seven of my dogs will inform you they are starved beasts as well despite being fed twice a day and being in good weight.
Bless their little dramatic hearts.
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From:brunettepet
Date:January 19th, 2017 11:04 pm (UTC)
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This is hysterical. Your dog's mastery of sleight of paw and sweet potato concealment is amazing!
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From:aitaissa
Date:September 17th, 2017 08:54 am (UTC)

WANDERFUL

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WANDERFUL
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