Dog Photos

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Pretty much as soon I start cooking, Corky hides behind the toilet and Misty often aims for her perch:

There’s really not a good reason for this, especially with how lax my cooking has been and how rarely I fry foods.
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Willow’s response to me trying to take a picture of her slobbering me was to eye the camera.

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This is the first time I’ve made a meatloaf in years.

My mother used to make meatloaf fairly often, but left to my own devices I haven’t made one in so long that I can’t remember what year it was, lol. Growing up in a household devoid of brown gravy, she never missed an opportunity for food that could be smothered in it; not that pasta sauce and meatloaf isn’t delicious, it very much is, lol. I don’t really do brown gravy, but opted to buy a few packets planning ahead for tonight’s meatloaf.

The pair of potatoes that didn’t make it into this weekend’s vegetable soup got baked, mashed, and turned into pure deliciousness. I forgot how much work it is to mash potatoes, and just how incredibly worth the effort it is! That I’ve switched from cooking with milk to using half & half hasn’t hurt any. Licking the potato masher was enough to prove my efforts were successful 😁.
Because I’m weird: the side is roasted brussle sprouts. My mother would usually make green beans out of a can, or in later years some mixture of green, white, and red vegetables cooked until soft, mushy, and seasoned Italian style. The latter was always far better than the former, and probably played a large part in why veggies are a focus of many meals around here. You can bet my habits of roasting sprouts and carrots share seasoning characteristics with my mother’s cooking, lol.
Also I think it’s time for Willow’s nails to have a trim.
To compensate for the time spent in the kitchen, I gave the hungry minions a regular treat before I started cooking. Then some of their meat and gravy goodies after dinner; usually they have to wait until after dinner for their weekday treats.
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While I don’t think I will ever make a truly good soup, I was glad that there was plenty of flavor. Plus pretty much everything is a cheese delivery vehicle 😉.

Willow’s perspective was more about whether or not sharing was to be involved.

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There may be times when Willow is trying to psychicly tell me it is time for another walk.

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A weekend in photos.

And I’m pretty sure that Misty knew I was thinking about chocolate…

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This afternoon: the dogs were so comfortable, it almost burnt. Like over 9000.

Eventually it was family nap time.

And Willow is still a grand master of comfy.

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Pretty sure that I’m the wrong species or something. They’re so comfortable!

I’m not going to photograph the death glares I got for sneezing a few minutes after this picture was taken. For fear there will be a trial, lol