Aunt Mary’s birthday dinner. Rib Eye Steak, Baked Potato, and Corn on the Cob
My family likes to get everyone together for holiday’s birthdays, or whenever they feel like it. Most of the time daddy goes all out cooking big meals that are more than anyone can eat. We were all joined by my Aunt Mary, Aunt Cora, and my Cousin Sherry.
Not surprisingly daddy decided to use his new toy to cook the steaks. However, he couldn’t get them all in at once so had to cook them in two batches. Daddy said that was OK because not everyone wanted their steaks cooked the same. Daddy fully cooked the steaks Sous Vide then finished them off on the grill to give them that smoky taste. Daddy was worried about how things would turn out as he hadn’t cooked steaks this way yet. He should not have worried.
Last week Aunt Mary had taken daddy and mommy to outback for dinner. Daddy had eaten the ribeye steak or should I say daddy had eaten half of it then offered mommy a taste and mommy finished it up. Mommy says the ribeye steaks daddy made were at least as good as the one they had at Outback, maybe even better. I can’t testify to that since mommy ate my left overs and didn’t bring home a doggy bag. I can say that by far it was the best steak I’ve ever had. I like daddy’s new toy and hope he uses it all the time.
Our First Sous Vide Dinner
I think everyone knows my daddy loves to cook and I love eating what he cooks. People foolishly don’t value the opinion of us dogs but I’m not the only one who thinks daddy is a good cook. Everyone tells him that he is. In fact, he’s been told he should open a restaurant. As far as I’m concerned daddy just needs to keep cooking for us.
A few days ago, daddy saw a post on Facebook about a new method of cooking and has been excited to try it. However, in order to try it daddy needed to buy a new toy. As soon as daddy got paid he ordered it and waited excitedly for the UPS guy to arrive with it. As soon as it arrived daddy set it up loaded a roast into it and turned it on.
This new way of cooking is called Sous Vide and involves putting the food in a plastic bag sucking all the air out then sealing it. The bag with the food in it is then put in a hot water bath and left for hours to cook.
Everyone knows my feelings about baths but it turns out that if you cook in a bath the food not only tastes good but turns out supper tender. Daddy made a big roast, roasted potatoes, gravy and peas for dinner. Daddy plans to use his new toy often and even before we finished eating our dinner he had already started some Pork Country Ribs for tomorrow night. When it comes to food, I’m happy to help eat anything he makes, I just wish daddy could cook will I’m sitting beside him.
Mommy and my sister Autumn have been up with my Aunt Monica in Payson Utah for the last few weeks. On Thursday after several days of hard work, daddy and I hopped into the truck and took off for points unknown. At first, I though that we were just going up to get mommy as we went through Mesquite and Cedar City. That’s where things changed instead of getting back on the freeway daddy went through town and turned up into the mountains. We went up and up and up. The road turned this way and that way I kept expecting to come around the next turn and see ourselves. After an hour daddy pulled into a large campground sitting next to a big bathtub. Aside from the big bathtub it was a beautiful campground. Daddy called it Navajo Lake and said that he came up her with his parents when he was a little kid. Daddy left me in the truck while he got started putting up the camp. I took hours but in time daddy had everything set up and I was able to get out and starch my legs. After dinner, Mother nature throw a bath at us but we were able to go inside and stay dry. It got cold that night so I was hoping to wake up to snow but no such luck.
The next morning, we were on the road again leaving our campsite all set up. We drove back down to Cider City, hopped on the freeway and drove up to get mommy before returning to our campsite. Of course, Mother Nature throw another bath at us, in fact every night we were there she throw baths at us.
By Sunday night daddy wasn’t looking very good. Every time he got up he throw up. Daddy couldn’t even keep water down. Yet somehow supper daddy was still able to make wonderful meals for us. Over the next couple of days daddy kept getting worse. There is a saying the lights are on but nobody’s home. That’s the way daddy was by Tuesday morning. Mommy was worried and had the camp host call an ambulance.
The ambulance showed up and took daddy down by the big bathtub. I thought they were going to wash him but no they waited there for a helicopter to arrive which took my daddy away. Now we had a real problem not only was daddy sick but we were stuck on the mountain mommy can’t drive the truck so we had no way to get anywhere. Worse the cell phones didn’t work so mommy couldn’t call anyone.
Thankfully a nice lady staying near us drove down the mountain and called my sister Cassie to come rescue everyone. Cassie and her husband, Jordan, arrived that afternoon, they packed up everything into the truck, and then took us down to their place and took mommy to visit daddy at the hospital.
Turns out that because daddy was throwing everything up he became dehydrated and his kidney’s failed causing his system to become toxic. Daddy spent five days in the hospital before he was well enough to join us. Then we spent a couple of days with Cassie’s family until daddy was well enough to drive the truck home. I’ve got a new rule daddy isn’t allowed to get sick anymore.
Taurus the Pest
It’s been a lifetime since my bestest friend, Tyson, moved away. We’ve only made it up there once and that was years ago. When my sister Autumn had babies my parents promised my Nephew Taurus to my Uncle Tom and Aunt Kris. Taurus is to become Tyson’s new brother. I guess that means my nephew is becoming my cousin does that make him my nephin or my cousew? I like the last option it fits how I fell about my pesty nephews. Sorry Tyson I had doing this do you but am happy to have him gone.
It’s almost a thousand-mile drive from our home in Las Vegas to their home in Oregon. A long hot drive I wish daddy would fix the AC in the truck. Next time I hope we do the trip in winter, I’ve already got my fir coat on and it’s not like I can take it off when we get hot.
This time we did something different. Our Dodge Truck has a cover on the back. Daddy set up an air mattress and each night we camped out in the back of the truck. I like this new way of camping. The one problem we ran into was that daddy got sick and was throwing up on the way there.
My uncle Tom has health problem. His wife, my Aunt Kris, had to go into the hospital for surgery and daddy wanted to be up there just incase he was needed. We spent a week there before heading across country to visit my Aunt Monica in Payson. Daddy dropped mommy and my sister Autumn off and we returned home. Over all I think the trip was over two thousand miles but it was worth the drive seeing my bestest friend dropping of Taurus the pain.
Now with mommy and Autumn gone I get daddy to myself for a few weeks.
Merry Christmas 2016
I can’t believe it’s been a year all ready. And once a gain good old St. Nick has shown his true colors by not bringing us anything. I guess the true meaning of Christmas has nothing to do with Santa Clause and presents. Though, it would sure be nice to get presents sometimes. At least, I’ve got my daddy, mommy, and Aunts, to cook a wonderful Christmas dinner for us. My Tummy tells me that food is much better than gifts even though gifts seem to last longer.
To be honest the really important thing for me is family of which I’ve got a lot. Most of my family came over this year though since my brother Ben and his family have moved into their own apartment I’ve missed having my little cousins running around here. I had hoped to see them but no such luck.
One BIG problem with Christmas in Las Vegas is there is no snow. The only snowmen are made of plastic. At least with I don’t need to worry about snowballs. We do have a fireplace it’s just not cold enough to use the thing.
All that said I had a great day playing with my cousins, eating good food, and cuddling with my daddy.
Categories: Family, Food, Life
The other day daddy was listening to Pandora when Jeff Foxworthy came on. He was talking about how you might be a redneck if… and it seemed if your family was related every which way you might be a redneck.
- your brother-in-law is also your uncle.
- Your family tree doesn’t have any branches.
- Your dad is also your favorite uncle.
- You dated your daddy’s current wife in high school.
- You’ve been married three times and still have the same in-laws.
- Your state’s got a new law that says when a couple get divorced, they are still legally brother and sister.
- You think there’s nothin wrong with incest as long as you keep it in the family.
- Your aunt and your grandmother went to the funeral and had a fight over who gets to be the widow.
- Ya can’t get married to yer sweetheart ’cause there is a law against it.
- Your brother-in-law is your uncle AND your grandfather.
Looking at my family we must be rednecks Lets look closer at who’s who and how e are all related.
- Daddy and mommy are Taurus’s grandparents and his uncle. Uncle Tom and Aunt Kris are Taurus’s mommy and daddy.
- I am Taurus’s uncle and cousin.
- Autumn is Taurus’s mom and cousin.
- Haggy is Dien’s and Sammy’s father.
- Sammy’s mother Iris is Dien’s sister. They have the same mother.
- Iris is Dien’s and Sammy’s cousin. Aunt Linda is her mommy
- I guess you could say that Haggy is Iris’s step father as well as her cousin and husband. That would mean Haggy is Sammy’s grandfather, great uncle, father, and brother.
- My cousin Tyson is Taurus’s brother and cousin.
Once we throw in all the aunts and uncles things really get crazy.
Time for us dogs to have our own party.
First and foremost, I want to thank those who give so much in order to ensure our safety, security, health, and freedoms. These men and woman willingly put their lives’ in harm’s way receiving little monitory compensation and often less respect or appreciation. They often are unable to enjoy the holidays with loved ones and for this we owe them an undying debt of gratitude
- The American servicemen and woman willing to risk their lives to keep us free. For more than 240 years these brave men and woman have served the country well despite the treatment they have received at home.
- Policemen and other law enforcement officers. Recently it seems that no one cares about these brave men and women they have become targets of cowardly men who hide their hate behind false claims often centered around make-believe racial injustices. Law enforcement officers leave home each day never knowing if they will live to see another day. They deserve our love, respect, and thanks.
- Firemen they rush in where others rush out. It takes a special kind of courage to rush into a burning building to save others or prevent the destruction of property. We dogs are not cowards but you almost never see us rush into a burning building.
- Paramedics and EMTs. Again these brave souls rush in putting their own lives’ at risk in order to provide lifesaving care to those in need.
- Nurses they might not put their lives; at risk the way other do but while underpaid and overworked they provide needed care for those who are sick or injured.
- The list goes on and on 9-1-1 workers, hospital staff, and many more.
The First Thanksgiving
395 years ago, the pilgrims arrived in the new world. After a long hard journey and lots of hard work they enjoyed a bountiful harvest. Thankful for all they had achieved and secure in the knowledge that had plenty for the upcoming winter they did what American’s have done ever since. They throw a party and invited the Native American’s which they mistakenly called Indians to join them.
This started a tradition of setting aside one day a year to give thanks for all that we have. If we take a few minutes and reflect back we can all find things to be grateful for family, friends, health, safety, our freedoms, etc. We all have a lot to be thankful for yet it seems those who have the most are the ones who are least grateful.
Thinks I am thankful for
- My family especially my daddy
- My home and having my own back yard to run, play, and take care of business
- The treats Aunt Linda gives us
- My daddy’s yummy cooking
- That daddy hasn’t gotten sick again leaving me behind while he is in the hospital
- That summer is over and it’s finally cooling down here in Las Vegas
- The couches and bed that I get to sleep on
- The road trips I get to take with my mommy and daddy
- The invention of beef jerky
- Naps with my daddy
- Car rides
- That I’m not a turkey
- And so much more.
Happy Thanksgiving one and all.
Drawing of a turkey
Mommy has this nasty habit of getting up in the middle of the night and cleaning. Cleaning the kitchen, mopping the floors, bathing the carpets, things like that. It’s one of her idiosyncrasies that we just live with. I’ll normally just sleep through it all and pretend it didn’t happen the next day when I get up. However, with my nephews sleeping in the living room she is afraid of waking them up. The house has been safe.
This all backfired on me last night. Mommy woke up and unable to clean the house she set her eyes on the first thing she saw. Yes, you guessed it Mommy attacked me with scissors and a brush ripping my hair out by the roots. Ignoring my screams of pain, she kept going hour after hour until she had a bag full of hair. I bet if today hadn’t been Thanksgiving she would have given me a bath as well. The only think that saved me was the turkey which mommy left to bath in the bathtub overnight. She would have had to throw the poor thing out in order to give me a bath.
If you’ve read my last couple posts you know my sister Autumn gave birth to three cute little puppies. Now I am surrounded by cute and we know how cute trumps handsome. My mommy and daddy are going crazy over my three new nephews and I am just getting sick. It was bad enough when I just had a cute sister to deal with now I’ve got cute times four. Ask me, there is no place in this world for cute.
Here’s the deal I need a few brave people to come forward and free me from this gluttony of cute. They need to be special dog loving people who can convince my mommy they will give her disgustingly cute babies a good home.
Taurus at about two weeks
Thankfully my Uncle Tom and Aunt Kris Have already taken the intuitive to open their home to Taurus the party animal. Taurus is mommy’s favorite she is happy he’s getting a home where she gets to see him from time to time. Sorry Tyson but if I’ve got to be stuck with Autumn it’s only fair you get stuck with one of her cute babies at least you get the party beast hope you have fun.
That leaves just two overly cute puppies that must find homes before I go totally insane. Mommy says that the will be ready to rehome around the tenth week which is way too long for me but mommies rule the roost. However, in about two weeks a few brave souls are welcome to view these future tail and ear pulling pests and place a deposit down reserving the demon of their choice. My nephews were born on October tenth, according to daddy they should be ready for their new homes around December nineteenth, or just in time for Christmas. As far as I’m concerned they should be out of here already but I’ve got no say in things around here.
It takes a lot of work to make daddy take us for a walk. Autumn is worn out.
My sister Autumn is a Morkie a Maltase Yorkie mix is a golden brown perfectly matching the dried grass in the back yard. She’s a light weight at almost six pounds.
Tonka, their father is a full-blooded Miniature Schnauzer He’s bulky but only weighs around 15 pounds.
Harley the biggest of the three he’s brown with his father’s markings.
Axel is the smallest and youngest. He’s mostly black with tan markings.
Autumn and my first two cousins
Sometime during the early hours Autumn started acting funny. As the hours ticked away neither mommy or daddy were able to sleep well. Around 8:00 Mommy got up to take care of a nature call and asked daddy to make sure Autumn didn’t follow her. Daddy rolled over and after mommy had left the room noticed the first of my new nephews. As daddy looked close he discovered a second puppy. The first had the markings of a cow, white with big black splotches. The second dark brown with a little white on its chest just like it’s father, Tonka.
It wasn’t until around 1:00 that Autumn gave birth to her third and last puppy a little black boy with some of his father’s markings. The vet had promised me four new nephews/nieces. In the end I ended up with three new nephews once again proving how worthless vets are. He couldn’t even count to three without skipping a number. So much for his college education.
I am happy to report that so far the three little beasts are hardly able to move and their eyes are not yet open. Mommy swears that she plans to sell them in about twelve weeks. Please do me a favor and buy one or even all three before I am torn to threads. One Autumn is enough no doggy should be forced to deal with four of them that’s cruel and unusual punishment.