Sunday, July 15, 2012

Ask the Maui Monster



Dear Maui Monster...
I hear your new bedroom faces east. Mine does, too. How are you dealing with that oppressive morning light? I gave up and set up shop on the kitchen floor for the summer.


Thanks,
Crumbs in my bed


Post-Dawn Disruption is a problem that affects 1/4 of us, CIMB. I honestly thought it'd never be me, mostly because I never thought Dan and Tiia would ever choose an east-facing bedroom. It's been six months now, and I'm learning to live with it. The curtains they put in are helping; as is having my own bed.




Friday, July 13, 2012

Um...




That's a pretty big chunk of cheese you've got on that cracker. Splitting it with me would be way easier on your jaw; and less cheese means more appreciation for the wheat and barley accents of the cracker.

Really, I'd be doing you a favour.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Hello, old friend.




Talk about a silver lining.

A couple of years ago, I used to eat a dry/wet mix. Dan used to say that eating just dry food was tantamount to eating dry toast. At the time, I took his word for it.* Then, almost out of the blue, the peeps decided to discontinue the melange, opting to serve only kibble (albeit, very tasty kibble).

I learned to supplement with food I'd find on walks; there are fewer restaurants on our new routes, but way more good home cookin'. 

I've also become a very skilled at begging – although "getting Dan and Tiia to fork over some of their dinner" is "taking candy from a baby" in canine. 

That leads us to earlier this week, when Dan gave me some undercooked chicken. In all fairness, he also gave it to himself – although I'm sure he's not seeing it as very fair. After a few days of nothing good at all, we went to the vet, who prescribed...wait for it...MY WET FOOD!!!

The key is gonna be getting it back long term, which is already looking like a problem because I'm feeling way better. I overheard rumblings of Cobb Salad tonight, though. The dream lives.

* I've since eaten dry toast. It sucks.