Sole Food

Good Monday morning! I sure hope the weekend was kind to you. Speakin' for myself, it was VERY kind. It jumpstarted right off the bat when Mom and Dad got home from work Friday night. I was finally able to get to the package that had been dropped off at the back door earlier in the day. Call it intuition or whatever, somehow I knew it was mine. My little Vermont vixen, Truffles, aka: Fudge Pants, had sent me a box of goodies for my amusement, along with a letter. I will only share a part of the letter with you though, for I firmly believe intimate details should only be shared between lovers.

I hope no persons of the law reads this-I'm sure she really paid for my stuff. Really I'm sure. I saw no security tags. Anyway, the card she speaks of is a paper doll likeness of Ms. Truffles with a message inside written in her own paw.

She says she personalized it by sleeping on it so that it would smell of her special scent of gravy and grass stains. Then she cut to the chase by adding a firm warning that "I should not be tempted to inspect the north end of any south bound hussy lab that should happen by." I think she speaks of Ms. Godiva of Harrisburg who has more than once shown interest in me. Truffles also added that I should keep this card as a reminder and that in her words "she has some seriously rusty scissors in her toybox." That should also serve as a good reminder for me to watch my step!

Ms. Godiva
*I can honestly say it's kinda macho feelin' to have not one, but TWO lovely Chocolate females fightin' over me. I just hope this doesn't lead to a Jerry Springer episode.

Anyway, she did real well pickin' out loot for me. She knows oh, so well my newfound love of bully sticks and included a 12 incher that will not only satisfy my chewing needs but will also keep my teeth nice and white for the weddin'. She is also concerned for my safety and included a window sticker tellin' firemen that I may be trapped inside. Not a bad thing to have posted because you just never know when Mom may have left the iron on. The cookies you see are wonderful tastin' tidbits in the shapes of fire hydrants, pawprints and groundhogs with bow ties. Well, they mighta been bears but either way they all tasted really, really good. So good that I helped myself to a couple while Mom went to get her camera.

The piece de resistance of the whole package is, of course, the groundhog stuffie. Can't say that Truffle's idea of suffocatin' the little rodents along with her rusty scissors comment doesn't concern me just a little bit about the mental stability of my life partner, but still not a bad tool to remember in the Battle of the Groundhogs.

Only problem is Mom and I have been in a heated debate ever since we saw this stuffie. I tried to explain the benefits of shreddin' it and Mom tried to convince me of the cuteness of it and how it would be almost like a taxidermied trophy to place in our home. We did the best we could to come to a compromise. She will let me have it under her supervision only and for short periods of time. You can see how she can't keep her paws off of it even though it's mine.

This is what Mr. Groundhog Stuffy looks like after that little bit of playtime.

Now he looks like he lost the battle with a jar of seriously stiff hair gel. Either that or he is a Rod Stewart wannabe.

So anyway, that is how my weekend got off to such a great start. The time and effort she took to get me such an awesome package really touched me. Got me to thinkin' that I should show my appreciation. Then it came to me that there's a new little restaurant just around the corner that I think would be great for us to try together. It's called "Madame Shoesie's Raw Bar and Buffet". I hear it's been rated a "10" by some major food critics. Just lookin' at it through the window has me droolin'.

I got a chance to look at the menu and some of the delicacies featured are: Nike Nuggets, Ked's Kickers, Blackened Filet of Sole, Land's End Lubbers, Merrell's Meatballs. I'm not sure what it's called but there looks to be a sweet pink confection of a dessert that I can hardly wait for us to sink our teeth into. The only thing I was hopin' they'd have and don't is Hard Shelled Clogs. I know how much Truffles loves them so I spoke to the proprietor and she said there is a good chance she will be adding them soon. Hopefully before Truffles reads this and hops a fast bound train headed south. In the meantime Ms. Truffles, thanks so much for my wonderful gift box-it ROCKED!!!

So there it is - the highlight of my weekend. Now it's time to bear down and get the old snooter back to the grindstone.
Hope this week treats you all very well, body and sole.
Chester :0=)