Things I learned today:
- While I love Chinese takeout it doesn’t always come with forks. Or chopsticks. Or any type of eating utensil.
- While I love Chinese takeout, it should really be taken home to be eaten. Rice should not be eaten hunched over the armrest of a Subaru.
- While I love Chinese takeout, it’s really stinky after sitting in your car for 3 hours.
For the record: it was completely worth it.
Obedience classes are held at our local rink now that the ice is out. It’s a great spot with lots of room for the dogs to spread out.
At last week’s class Charlie eagerly jumped out of the back of the car as soon as I opened the door. I didn’t manage to grab his leash on the way by, so I trotted after him thinking I’d grab him at the door. Then I looked up and realized it was propped open. Moving a bit faster, I figured I’d grab him at the inside door. Unfortunately, it was also propped open. (Which makes sense on a warm night, but didn’t really help with my escapee). As I stumbled through the door frantically thinking, “I’ll grab him at the boards” I saw the end of his leash disappear through the opening. While part of me wanted to turn around and pretend I had never seen that black beast before, I resignedly walked into the rink and disentangled him from his attempts to find a dog to escape and play with. (I can’t imagine why I think obedience school is a good idea).
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If your dog wakes up acting like an a*****e, he will likely spend the rest of the day as such. Letting him sleep for eight hours straight will only aggravate the situation when you want him to act like he’s heard the word “heel”. Or “sit”. Or even his name. He will then cap the performance by crying plaintively, laying on his back with his feet in the air looking shockingly like the last dog:
If you were in Canada last winter, you no doubt heard that French’s ketchup is now being made with tomatoes grown in Canada and made into paste at the former Heinz plant in Leamington, Ontario that was closed 2 years ago. Leamington has always been associated with its tomatoes and the ketchup plant. The gift bags we received from a meeting there years ago even had little bottles of Heinz ketchup.
I have to admit, I’ve always been a Heinz ketchup girl. I remember trying other ketchup in restaurants as a kid and not liking them as well. (That could also be related to my overall
fussy eating specific food choices as a child). I like the idea of buying products made in Canada, but I also like my Heinz ketchup. It didn’t really matter for a while because French’s ketchup was almost impossible to find in stores. A couple of weeks ago I came across a couple bottles of the “buffalo ketchup” and thought I’d give it a try. I tend to like spicy foods, but the ketchup wasn’t “hot”; instead it had the flavour of buffalo chicken without the heat, blended with the tomato-y ketchup. I think it’s probably better to transition with a slightly different ketchup, so I’m ready for bbq season with my Canadian tomato based ketchup.
PS: I was a little weirded out by the “1 bottle = 1 meal” but then I saw this and it all made sense: