February 10, 2004

Nursing Home Tuesday

I brought some dog snacks along today. I don't normally do this; Hoocher tends to lose his focus. He no longer wants to snuggle up to the old folks. He zeros in on the food and ignores all else, including the person offering the treat.

However, since we are in full dog-spoiling mood around here, I stuffed a few biscuits in my pocket.

We went to visit Dale, who I think must have had some sort of stroke, illness, or accident. He's too young to be there merely from old age. Dale speaks very softly; I have a lot of trouble deciphering his words, but I catch enough to realize he understands what I'm asking. Or, at least I thought I did. Today I offered him a dog treat he could feed to Hoocher. Instead, Dale tried to eat it.

Nothing more dignified in the world than wrestling a dog treat away from a wheel-chair bound man.

Posted by Cathy at February 10, 2004 10:44 PM
Comments

That can drag down your day.

Posted by: Chris Muir at February 10, 2004 10:55 PM

Maybe, the dog treat is better than nursing home food.

Posted by: Aunt S at February 11, 2004 09:14 AM

Mother never stopped me when I munched on the dog's Milk Bones™ as a kid.

Come to think of it, that may explain a few things.

Posted by: aelfheld at February 11, 2004 09:50 AM

I still can't believe you read my site! Thanks for stopping by again, Chris.

So everyone ate dog biscuits, huh? Wasnt' just me. I remember eating a whole bunch of them with the neighbor boy and then the two of us sitting in my livingroom watching cartoons with a barf bucket between us. Ah, childhood. And you still turned out to be a cat person, huh Aelfheld? :)

Posted by: Cathy at February 11, 2004 04:51 PM

I had cats before I had a dog.

But, if I recall correctly, Milk Bones™ taste better than Cat Chow™.

Posted by: aelfheld at February 11, 2004 06:16 PM

I'm old enough where I made a hamburger out of 'Gainesburger'...remember that stuff?

too dry.

Posted by: Chris Muir at February 13, 2004 09:09 PM