So, as some of you may remember, I have a little trouble with the pill I take on the 5th of every month. Trifexis. BLECH.
Tonight the peep made it easier. A little Pill Pocket – or two – a little wet food and some green beans. All gone. Whew. That was easy.
Hey, before I forget to tell you, a friend of mine reminded me a while ago, don’t eat raw green beans. Like I used to. But I threw them up every time. When I was a wee lad. They made me sick. Really. They did. And they’ll make you sick, too. Why, you ask? Because there’s something in them that changes once they’re cooked. Cooked green beans don’t make you sick, but raw ones will. At least in us canines anyway.
That’s my lesson for today. And I thank my pal for reminding me to tell you. You know who you are. Ah me. How I love my friends. I can feel the beard tug. I love a good beard tug, don’t you? Kind of like a belly rub, but a bit more feisty. Boy, can I be feisty.
I digress. Back to the beans. Go spread the word: no raw green beans.
It’s been a rough day. It’s just too darned hot and humid. And that makes me tired. Gotta get some shut eye. Before I watch THE ENTIRE OPENING CEREMONY FROM THE 2014 COMMONWEALTH GAMES.
YES. The whole thing. My friend sent it to me. I’m gonna watch the whole Scottie Parade. I guess I could watch the rest of the stuff, but it won’t be nearly as interesting. Ahhh…if I’d only been there, in Glasgow, I’d have been a part of it all. I’m sure I would have.
Maybe I’ll just parade around my big bed tonight whilst I make a nice nest before hitting the hay. Peeps, move over. It’s my bed.