Willow: “I wanted three walks and a steak. What I got was two walks and a dog treat.”

 I don’t quite know how, but it must be very exhausting being so comfortable.

There are times when I get up, and think it’s almost sad to disturb such a comfortable goonie bird with fur.

Basically spent the night with Willow where my leg goes, Corky by my opposite hip, and Misty in her spot to my left. Which she had to vacate as part of getting up. But comfortable Willow was moving for no body, lol.

And then there are times when I think I ought to dispense treats after breakfast: less I someday meet my death at their paws, lol.

For me one of the best parts about making fried rice is whatever you want, or whatever you have, or both, can be easily fit into the equation.

For Willow the disappointing part is this doesn’t mean it’s for dogs, lol.

It’s pretty much a given that Willow aims to be comfortable.

And then there’s the point that Willow finds taking over my the bed more comfortable. Which between how early I fall asleep these days, and the comfort of dogs, is usually how I decide what room to be in by now, lol.

For Corky’s sake: I kind of hope that I taste good or at least sweat gravy.

Probably the most cooking effort I’ve put in since the stew-periment.

Seasoned and baked some broccoli and carrots, while I then chopped and sautéed onion and pepper. Mix in some leftover chicken, rice, and more seasoning. Finished with mixing in the baked yummies and finished.
Fried rice is a great use of fresh, and leftover foods. Because the results are delicious and basically defined by what’s available, lol.

Post dinner beard inspection is also mandatory according to Willow.