My dad is a crab apple. He complains and lectures pretty much all the time. Usually when one says "all the time" they exaggerate, but I'm not. We've learned over the years to tune him out or leave the room. The real tricky one is to sneakily pawn him off on someone else while he's talking without his knowledge. All the while the person he is now lecturing is staring daggers at you as you happily leave the room.
We were together on Father's Day. My brother and I cooked a delicious meal as we usually do. The meal started off with a big salad. My mom and dad's favorite start to a meal. Usually with freshly made Ranch dressing . The kind made with buttermilk is the dressing of choice except for my husband who doesn't like it. As we sat down I brought a Caesar dressing to the table for my husband. My mom asks my husband if he'd like to try some balsamic vinegar on his salad. Being nice and not really caring as long as it's not ranch he says yes. My dad says the balsamic vinaigrette is in the fridge and he'd like to have it too. My husband brings the vinaigrette to the table. My dad takes it and my mom says no she'd really like the balsamic vinegar she just bought about 2 weeks ago. She says it's just lovely on a salad. Now my dad chimes in no she wants the balsamic vinaigrette. My dad goes on crabbing how she never uses balsamic vinegar she uses balsamic vinaigrette. My mom is adamant that she wants balsamic vinegar and my husband finds a bottle and brings it to the table.
My dad is still belly aching how my mom doesn't know what she's talking about and as usual we're tuning him out. As he continues with his salad dressing tirade he opens his Coca Cola and begins to pour it on his salad swirling around in circles as one would with salad dressing. He now has balsamic vinaigrette and Coke on his salad. On about the 3rd swirl he realizes he's pouring his drink on his salad and laughs. We all chuckle. My mom makes a comment under her breath about how would he know what she wants on her salad since he thinks Coca Cola is a salad dressing.
He sheepishly tries a bite of his salad and announces that it's actually quite tasty. That the sweetness of the Coke blends well with the tartness of the balsamic vinaigrette. I can see we're not going to let him live this one down for a while. Since my daughter and I just had another chuckle about it tonight 2 days later.
My mom and husband enjoyed their salads with straight up balsamic vinegar. And yes she knew what she was talking about.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Calling Dr. Pepper?
This is Pepper, Pepper Baby, Dr. Pepper, Pucker, Pick a Pepper... just a few names he was called this weekend as we got to know him. My mom has a great sense of humor about it all. Pepper is his rightful name. He's 8 weeks old and a miniature poodle.
He was quite shy at first. To be expected. He'd only been in my parent's home about 4 days when a horde of family descended upon him. My dad said last week when I called about "Father's Day" plans, "You all aren't coming up to see me are you?" Of course we were and oh by the way to see your new pup too.
My brother and my daughter really put on a full court press to getting Pepper to come out of his shell. My brother buttered a piece of bread got on the floor and shared it with him. Found out Pepper loves butter. He also went and patted on some of my dad's cologne thinking if he smelled like my dad Pepper would feel more comfortable. Amazingly he did. My daughter went and dotted on a little bit of Grandpa's cologne too. Pepper had not been eating his kibble since he got there. My daughter took a tiniest bit of butter and put on his kibble and he ate a meal's worth.
Here is Winston and Pepper together. Our 2 new additions to the family. Winston is slightly bigger than Pepper, but the 2 were great buds. They loved to play with each other. As with most children play would start out fun then they would try to one up each other. When things would get rough and they'd have to be separated. Pepper had 3 brothers, so he's use to rough play. Winston is 20 weeks old and with maturity he had a few tricks up his sleeve. It was so hilarious to watch them play we felt like we should have been charged admission.
Everyone looks so stoic in this picture. If it were black and white it would look very similar to one of those late 1800's photos. The mission of this photo was to get Pepper and Little Star in a photo together. The humans just needed to hold still until we could get both dogs looking in the same direction. I find it amazing that little bit of fluff will be as big as Little Star by years end.
We kept Little Star and Pepper a part most of the weekend as Mom thought Pepper was too small to be rolled by a bigger bossy dog. I totally understood. It could happen. Little Star really gets a long with other dogs unless they dart, snap or try to assert their dominance on her. Then she has no problem telling them what for. We're going to wait until Pepper is big enough to get a "what for."
Monday, June 14, 2010
Meet Winston
This is Winston. He's a Poodle/Pomeranian mix. He's my brother and SIL new puppy. He's just adorable. They lost their dog Albert last October to old age. We knew a new pup was coming along as soon as their trip to Hong Kong was over, which was in February.
The one thing we all can't quite get over is Winston's resemblance to Albert. Normally, that wouldn't be something to be concerned about except that Albert was... errr... what's the right word... hmmm.... psycho. I guess that's the right word. He bit me 3 times over the years and even I wouldn't say he was mean or vicious. As long and you didn't touch him he would not bite you. Crabby... is that the right word? He was pretty much crabby from a very early age. When my brother would tell us stories like how Albert had severed his left nostril we would just laugh. Then we made jokes about it. Like "don't smile until it's completely heeled." Inferring his nostril would snap up like a window shade. As the years wore on it just wasn't funny anymore. He bit my brother and his wife so many times they lost count. Of course Albert lived to be nearly 19.
(We love to mess with his hair, don't think he particularly likes it though.)
So, we were all trained to avoid a small whitish brown dog and in walks Winston. We all need retraining. Only problem is Winston has some mental issues too. He's 4 months old and my brother knew he wasn't treated well at the home he was at. Not that he was physically hurt in any way, but that he was chased around and shoved into a kennel a lot. That's the theory. Winston has bonded to my brother and wife. He really wants nothing to do with anyone else. He's also very territorial for such a young thing. He doesn't know how to greet another dog nor does he want to.
My dog's first encounter was going to be on a leash as she is quite bossy, BUT with the excitement and lateness of us arriving at the cabin that didn't happen. In walked my dog thinking the cabin was dogless when a white furry things lunges at her. I'm only guessing, but I think my dog thought a cat or squirrel was in the house. Winston got something he wasn't ready for and that was a full on chase by something 3 times his size. I caught Little Star on the stairs as Winston headed up and then decided he didn't want to go up to no man's land. Little Star just wanted to sniff him and find out what he was. Little Star literally scared the poop out of him. My brother scooped Winston up and 2 little pellets shot out of him.
My dad was convince Little Star was trying to eat Winston, but my brother and I knew different. We knew with both dogs on a leash they would get use to each other and they did. Quite quickly too. Once my Little Star knew there was a dog in the house she settled right down. Once she learned Winston wanted nothing to do with her she remembered to stay away. See she was trained to stay away from Albert too. No new training there.
We have high hopes for Winston though. He's cute, once you can get hold of him he's cuddly and he doesn't bite! My brother and his wife are committed to making him a good citizen. They have already had their first puppy class. They are working hard at socializing him. He's so adorable we're glad he's found a safe haven with us.
PS. My parents are getting a new poodle puppy this Wednesday. After their heart break in January when they lost their beloved Twinkle to liver cancer they decided it was lonely without the companionship of a dog.