We here in Colorado are a very healthy bunch. We are super active and outdoorsy and we eat all organic, local and sustainable, blah, blah, blah. Don’t let the Zadge’s nightly libations fool you — we were ranked the Fittest State in the Nation last year.
And Denver, where the Zadge lives, was voted the Healthiest City for Pets. Harry, apparently, takes that title to heart:
It wasn't me.
Yep, I came home from the gym the other morning only to find that the little health nut had jumped up on the counter, pulled down a new, 12 ounce bottle of Agave that the Zadge used in her morning tea, and chewed off the top and drank the whole damn bottle!
Oh, thank god, it was organic.
The Zadge’s little canine health nut also took about five tea bags off of the counter and ate them. I’d show you a photo of that but there is nothing left to show except tea leaves spread all over his dog bed.
Yeah, that’s just what Harry needs, a little caffeine boost to his energy level.
But look how smart the Zadge’s little Marley health nut is – he knew that, even though his morning tea and agave were organic, locally harvested, blah, blah, blah, he better treat that sugar and caffeine overdose right away:
Sigh. Harry.
(No animals were harmed in the drafting of this post)
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–>I love how they never appear too guilty either. **Burp** Especially after they’ve gotten into something they shouldn’t have.
We here in Mississippi rank at the bottom of everything, including fitness. So what did my dawgs eat last night in addition to their artery busting can of Ole Roy? Left over stir-fried pork and vegetables I made last night. Then a little Blue Bell vanilla ice cream. We break all the rules.
Sidebar: My Ex texted me two days ago to let me know she had to rush her Fee Fee to the vet b/c it got into some pills of hers. Naturally, I texted back with support. Next day the Ex texted me back to let me know her Fee Fee pulled through and she knew I was awaiting the news with great anticipation. When I got the second text I was all, wait a minute, don’t you have a husband? …And what does he say? Obviously some communication dump going on in the Ex’s house. Comes as no surprise to me.
New song: “Nobody loves me but my Mama. And she could be jiving too. I hear from my Ex when she goes to the Vets…I was born to live in the trauma.”
I’m thinking blues 1-4-5 in the key of C. Maybe the key of A. What do you think?
Good Lord Harry! Jack nibbled on some geranium leaves a couple of weeks ago and had to get a big old dose of Pepcid at the vet. He was so forlorn, ye Harry looks totally A-OK. How is that – does he have a cast iron stomach?
My late and very much lamented Lab, Lucy, once managed to swipe a large, brand-new tub of margarine off the counter and it was not seen again for about 3 years when she brought a moldy, icky, disgusting, empty butter tub in the house and plopped it down in the middle of the living room. To this day, I have no idea where she stashed it all those years but I hope she enjoyed it.
Yet he looks oh, so, innocent…
That Harry is an Imp isn’t he? He’s so damn cute though!
Harry must have found himself a girlfriend if he’s working on his health.
Mesa Arizona were I live was the least healthy and the fattest. By comparison to most of the folks I’m simply wasting away.
Wow – that’s like $30 worth of agave syrup!!!
The Climate’s lab is very old and has a really bad pancreas – she’s not supposed to eat anything with any fat in it…Well, she ate four bagels the other day and she was not a happy camper.
He must have an iron stomach. If Cooper eats half an ounce of cat poop his stomach balloons up like a whale and he vomits.