Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

Cujo The Dog Ready For A Fun Evening

Husband is gone for the duration.  Saving lives, solving problems, hopefully not reading this.

Me. I’m enjoying a nice summery beverage.

Whiskey straight.

Straight out of the bottle  while standing at the kitchen sink in case I gag. Bad reflex when one is not use to drinking. I use to drink. Pretty pink and soft snowy colored drinks with fruit. Dressed up with girlfriends, going out,dancing, pretty, flirty.

See what happens when you have kids! You are reduced to slugging booze over the kitchen sink. Effects the same though.

I’m funnier, I’m pretty and I’m great company. Just ask Cujo the dog, who by the way has suddenly learned English. I know! I (hic) can’t believe it either!

Say something Cujo

I in turn have learned to bark. So between his English and my barking we’ve pretty much got the dictionary covered.

It turns out Cujo greatly resents my keeping an organic kitchen, and frankly I can’t seem to remember why I do either.

I don’t really care about cows. I’d eat most any animal if it’s seared properly and has a nice char.

Cujo! Come back here! Play inside.

Cujo would be yummy I bet.

Americans, we don’t eat dogs or cats.

It’s a cultural thing.

In the Asiatic countries people eat all sorts of crap delectable yummies. Monkeys, dogs (including border collies) bats, snakes.

Cujo let's pretend your the crinimal and I'm an (hic) ociffer.

I’m certain if Taco Bell made a Border Collie Burrito we’d all be chowing down no problemo.

Juco why you hanging with Bart inside come on don't be ascared-redy-cat.thing

Where my little buddy Cujo go?

 Cujo, here Cujo.

I dunno whas goin on with Cujo. He usually (hic) very friendly.

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Cujo actually goes in and out of the house through the opening in the screen at the door.

Alas, since last evening he has lost all ability to speak..and won’t come near me.

I’m sure in a few weeks he’ll get over it.

This is gmom,

peace out.

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Comments on: "Alcohol: It’s What’s For Dinner. Featuring Cujo The Dog" (10)

  1. Oh my gosh, you are a hoot and a (hic) half! This is brilliant, GMom. You should drink whiskey every (hic) night. Too dang funny.

  2. I wish you were here to party with me!
    Girls night out..or week..

  3. I learned a coupla weeks ago while camping that a bloody mary or a beer first thing in the morning takes away the morning after yuckiness from too much wine/beer/vodka the night (just one or all three) before. When you’re camping, that’s totally okay. Seriously. A beer at 9 am is NOT frowned upon. Oh the wonderment!

  4. True that Kim. All fair when camping. Want to camp out in my backyard tonite????

  5. That dog rocks!

  6. That dog has rocks in his head. But he’s awright.

  7. Mother’s little helper……..just a Stones throw from the cabinet..

    I like your style young gmom..

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