Thursday December 01, 2005 Cheese Dog
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Quite often, in the evening, just like Wallace, I'm partial to a bit of cheese. One of the reasons I like it, apart from the taste, is that it makes me dream more vividly (all that tyramine being released, although luckily I don't seem to be susceptable to the side-effects)). |
Our dog likes it too. Probably just for the taste, not for the amino acid. In fact she's got the uneerie ability to hear the fridge door opening from the other end of the house, and be waiting there, staring up at me as I get the cheese out, with her tail wagging expectingly, cus she knows I'm a sucker and I'll give her some.
The other evening, I decided to walk back into another room to sit down and eat it. She of course follows me. Now you've probably all seen that scene in a movie or on the TV where there is a man walking along. He becomes fixated on a woman across the way, continues walking, not really looking where he's going and walks into something solid and vertical like a lamppost. We had a sort of doggie equivalent. Dusti's looking up at me, fixating on the cheese, not looking where she's going and walks smack into the doorjamb.
She seems okay. She didn't knock herself out. She didn't look concussed and happily gobbled down the cheese.
The things we go through for the things we want.
( Dec 01 2005, 07:59:11 AM PST ) [Listen] Permalink
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