It’s a dogs life

How naïve I am, I was certain once my son’s had left the nest that my life would consist of the man (who I call Daddy (don’t judge) and I being able to just pack up on a whim and go, ugh WRONG. And yes I am referred to as Momma to my kids, dogs, and the man.

My little rescue dogs, Daisy and Peanut have put a kibosh on that idea. Daisy is a 12 year old dachshund/terrier with a whole lot of energy and no clue that she needs to not rip and run like she’s a puppy or her arthritis will flare up.

Peanut is a Pug/Chihuahua who is afraid of her own shadow (someone was mean to her) with a heart murmur and rotten teeth, can you imagine. She is the sweetest little girl but not very bright.

So this week Daisy has been running up and down the stairs like a racing dog and of course began limping on her right leg, so off to the vet for some anti-inflammatory meds and glucosamine, good lord. The huge glucosamine tabs I crush up and mix in with half an egg for her (so spoiled) twice a day. We were going to have peanuts teeth pulled but no Bueno because they can’t put her under due to her heart murmur so stinky breath will remain and I guess they will eventually fall out, yuck

We also travel to our youngest son’s college football games every weekend and thank god my oldest lives close or we would have doggy travel companions on every road trip. They love their boy sitter because he lets them sleep with him which is not allowed when we are home.

I have decided that I want a dog’s life. Let me eat, sleep, and have someone clean up my mess. If I don’t like you I can bark at you or pee on your leg and it is all good. Guess who’s who

Let’s talk turkey

Every year we have Thanksgiving at our house for two reasons first our kids won’t go anywhere else to eat because they say the food is nasty and we have no friends. You think I’m kidding but I’m not. My husband and I have been together almost 30 years and I can count our friends on one hand. We simply don’t feel we need a bunch and we like each other with no drama..
So the big question this year is to brine or not to brine? We watched all kinds of shows that say brine but the ingredient list makes me tired just looking at it so we have decided to brine but with our own recipe of Apple cider, broth, garlic, Rosemary, and sage. We got a brine bag that we dumped half the liquid on the kitchen floor (funny) but we finally got the bird in and sealed. I also for the first time prepared the Mac and cheese and potatoes in advance, yep pioneer woman gave me this idea and it makes perfect sense to precook and add liquids on the day of. The chew also told me to soak cheese cloth in butter and cover the turkey so no basting, yeah Now I am only in charge of cocktail hour how sweet is that. I truly enjoy my life and if the brine is a complete fail I’ll let you know.
I hope everyone who is reading this has someone special to share your day with. Happy thanksgiving