Just a touch of flavor.
The Husband came home a bit early last night and called me into the kitchen. He sounded a bit frantic so I did my dance through the mess in the craftroom (which I am going to start calling my Playroom) and joined him in the kitchen. "Rocco is bleeding," he blurted, 'Look!"
Sure enough, Rocco the wonder dog had a stripe of something brown and viscous running down his back in a line from stem to stern. Meanwhile the Husband is jiggling about and there was an edge to his voice as he kept repeating "He's bleeding, he's bleeding, where is it coming from?"
I grabbed a napkin, ran it along Rocco's spine and then put the napkin up to my nose.
BBQ sauce.
Someone had marinated the dog with a line of bbq sauce, either that or Rocco thought he looked quite nifty in stripes or I have now discovered an endless supply of bbq sauce, Rocco flavor.
Sure enough, Rocco the wonder dog had a stripe of something brown and viscous running down his back in a line from stem to stern. Meanwhile the Husband is jiggling about and there was an edge to his voice as he kept repeating "He's bleeding, he's bleeding, where is it coming from?"
I grabbed a napkin, ran it along Rocco's spine and then put the napkin up to my nose.
BBQ sauce.
Someone had marinated the dog with a line of bbq sauce, either that or Rocco thought he looked quite nifty in stripes or I have now discovered an endless supply of bbq sauce, Rocco flavor.
posted by ---me--- at Tuesday, August 21, 2007
1 Comments:
Did we EVER find how he came to get BBQ sauce on his back?
And has the DH settled down, yet?
Signed,
ThePeruser
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