Buster’s Dish Was Overflowing

Louise and I went down to MEC tonight, she needed to pick up a pair of paddling gloves and I went on a hopeless search for a 15 mm bottom bracket tool for my bike. Louise found her gloves and I just stood staring at the wall of bike tools. I knew it wouldn’t be there, but in some ways I am an optimist. The bike guy noticed me after an uncomfortable time had passed and asked if he could help me. I told him that if he had asked ten years ago when they carried the tool I needed, he might have been of assistance but not now. I told him my problem and he just walked into the back room. I was getting ready to leave and he came back with two bolts that were 14mm in his hand, He said if you get the 15’s off, you can replace them with these. The best part is that they were free!

 

We went from there to a place called Nick’s Steak House for supper. I guess that Louise had been there for lunch before and the food was pretty good. It is one of those restaurants that double the price of the food after 5:00PM for some reason. Maybe to make more money. It has been a while since I had fish and chips and although it may seem idiotic to order fish at a steak place, my taste buds wouldn’t take no for an answer. Louise ordered one of their signature hamburgers. The conversation was good and in the fullness of time our meals arrived at the table. Mine was tasty and just what I was expecting. Louise’s burger and fries were good until about half way through the meal when she discovered a chicken bone mixed in with her French fries. The waitress was pretty much disgusted and very apologetic. Louise lost her appetite and I was very sympathetic as I kept eating my fish.

ON the way home, we talked of a meal we had with a group in Hawaii. Everyone at the table agreed that it was the best Mexican food we had tasted. Well, until Uwe discovered the pubic hair on his plate. I told him that it happens to me all of the time, but he mentioned that he didn’t have a beard. Point taken. I still laugh at that when I think of it.

I don’t know whether it was because I laughed about the pubic hair or that I continued eating after Louise lost her appetite. It could just have been a series of memories and situations that caused a certain combination of neurons to fire in her brain. What ever the reason, she decided that I needed to know a news story that happened this week in Arkansas. It seems that a man who is paralysed from the waist down woke to find his pet dog with its head between his legs and blood on its paws and muzzle. The dog had eaten his testicle! It just goes to show that you should never sleep in the nude while there is a hungry dog in the house.

 

Needless to say, I can’t get the image out of my mind and I feel the pain that the Arkansas guy didn’t. When Louise and I came home, I made sure that Buster’s dish was over flowing with food and I gave him two treats. It is better to ere on the side of caution in a situation like this. I don’t want to put Buster in a situation where he needs to make that kind of decision. The guy at MEC gave me two free bolts; I couldn’t ask him for a couple of nuts as well.