Last night was spaghetti night. I really love spaghetti, I just wish these people wouldn't eat all the meatballs. I mean really, I'm a dog, do you really think I prefer noodles to beef? I don't think so!
Speaking of food, we had a tragic dinner a few nights ago. Kim came out to the barbecue with a huge platter of raw beef ribs. I thought they smelled fine raw. But no she had to go and grill them. Now they still would have been fine, at first they smelled better than ever as they started to cook. But she left them on the grill too long. So long the bones cracked from the heat and the meat was completely charred. Even I could not eat the pitiful amount of burnt meat left on the bone.
How on earth can you ruin barbeque? That's something I have never seen before!
The next day Pat told her that she's lost her license to grill, and for once I have to agree with him. As you can see I still have not recovered from this horrible waste of good meat and bones.
On a happier note, it was hot out this week so I had a nice bath. And I've been brushed so much I'm almost free of my winter coat of hair. I'm looking sleek and slim and I'm ready for the beach. Which is more than I can say for some people.
Talk to you later, Suzy the Border Collie