What's for Dinner?

“Have it your way” – King Burger the First


Monday

I arrived home after a typically dreary day at work. I’m not a guy who loves his job. I’m a guy who goes to work because he has bills to pay, which results in me thinking about the point of my own existence a lot. Surely I’m on Earth to do more than ride a bus for ten hours a week so I can spend 40 hours a week doing something I hate just to make money so I can buy things from other people who probably hate their jobs too.

As usual, Zeke and Spotty Dog were waiting to greet me. In the ten seconds of barks and licks and dances that constituted Zeke’s greeting, I was feeling fine again. Spotty just sat at the top of the stairs, calmly smiling and waiting. I always picture her as a southern belle fanning herself and saying, “Well I declare! Yonder tall fellow has returned.”

One of my favourite things about dogs is that they’re never bitter or angry that you left them alone for a while. They’re simply happy that you’ve come back. How can anyone doubt the point of being alive when a dog has just told them how great they are and that the point of being alive is to be his friend? Everything doesn’t have to be complicated.

§ § §

“TALL GUY! WHERE’D YOU GO? I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”

“Hi best friend. I had to go to work. Just like yesterday.”

“DID YOU BRING ME ANY CHEESEBURGERS?”

“No, I work at a radio statio…”

“HOW ABOUT A SQUEAKY TOY?”

“No, I work at a radio…”

“ARE WE GONNA GO FOR A WALK NOW?”

“I just need to get chang…”

“I’M GONNA LICK YOUR SMILE!”

“Down!”

“BUT YOU’RE TALL AND I NEED TO REACH.”

“You sit down. I’ll come to you.”

“OK! Hurry though!”

*licka licka licka*

“I’m gonna go get Squeaky Duck…

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…Squeaky Duck is under the couch. I can’t reach him. I brought Yourkong instead.”

“Do you need to go pee?”

“YES! I forgot. I really need to pee. Really bad. Like…bad.”

“Your Kong stays inside. Last year you buried it in a snowbank and we didn’t find it until Spring.”

“No, I have to keep Yourkong in my mouth when I pee. It helps me relax.”

“OK…I guess. But DO. NOT. BURY. YOUR. KONG.”

“Got it.”

Zeke performed an exaggerated pee pee dance for my benefit. I opened the door. Thirty seconds later…

“I’M DONE! LET ME IN PLEASE!”

“Where’s your Kong?”

“I buried him. What’s for dinner?”

Tuesday

I think training a dog to go outside to the bathroom is a misguided idea in a climate like ours. We get months of very cold temperatures and snow. No matter how hard I try to keep up with picking up poop, I always miss a few piles a week. That adds up. When Spring arrives, there’s quite a mess to deal with.

For years I’ve been trying to convince Jane that we should replace the carpets with tile flooring. We could teach Zeke and Spotty Dog to do their business in a corner somewhere. It’d be easy to clean, and we’d all get to stay warm. We could even try to teach them to use a litter box. She’s not open to that idea at all – even though the cat gets to poop inside – so for the foreseeable future I’ll be picking up turdsicles and blocks of frozen urine until Spring arrives and the back yard turns into fecal jambalaya.

§ § §

“Tall Guy, I wanna go for a walk.”

“It’s -30.”

“Whut’s dat mean?”

“If you still had your plums, they would freeze and fall off.”

“But I don’t.”

“I do.”

“Well then can you at least let me out to go pee?”

“Sure”

“I’M DONE! LEMME IN!”

“It’s cold out, huh?”

“My pee froze right to my ding dong.”

“That’s why I didn’t…”

“RIGHT TO IT!”

“Yeah, I…”

“It felt like I had three back legs. I was a tri-pawed HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! What’s for dinner?”

Wednesday

As usual, my first stop when I got home from work was the bedroom. I emptied my pockets (keys, USB drive, some change and a $5 bill) onto the bed before changing into my play clothes.

Zeke raced in, snarfed up the bill, and took off. It happened in about the same amount of time it took for you to read this sentence. I chased him out into the living room where we faced off across the coffee table. He knew he had the upper hand. Every time I took a step to the right, he took a step to the right. I stepped left, he stepped left. He was trying to get me to chase him around the table, but I’m too smart for that. I gave up on trying to get my money back.

Sometimes when he gets a certain look in his eye, there’s no reasoning with him. He won’t listen like usual. The wild part of his brain is in charge.

§ § §

“Zeke…drop the money.”

“I don’t want to. I like how it feels in my mouth.”

“I understand that, but I need the money.”

“Is this the only one?”

“What?”

“Is this the only money?”

“No, but…”

“Then I’ll keep this one, and you can get one of the other ones.”

And with that, he looked me right in the eye, squinted like Clint Eastwood, tilted his head back a little, and swallowed the bill whole like a baby bird swallows regurgitated worms.

“ZEKE!”

“What’s for dinner?”

§ § §

A couple of days later, Zeke pooped out the $5 bill. It was wrapped neatly around the piece of poo and sort of resembled a brown and blue barber’s pole. It looked like it was still in one piece. I picked up the turd with a clear plastic bag and took it to McDonald’s and tried to buy a milkshake with it.

The lady at the till refused to take a piece of dog poop as payment, but I insisted it was still legal tender because the serial numbers were visible. She called her manager, and I insisted he take my money. He was very uncooperative and I let my temper get the best of me.

The cops thought it was funny.

Thursday

I smelled it as soon as I got in the front door. It was one of those smells that you also taste. One or both of the dogs had “had an accident”. That’s what dog people sometimes say instead of “pooped all over the place”.

I found Zeke by the back door. He’d obviously gone there to try and get outside. Eventually, he couldn’t hold it. Even though there was diarrhea all over the kitchen, at least it wasn’t all over the carpets. Poor guy, he looked miserable.

§ § §

“I’m sorry Tall Guy.”

“I don’t care about the poop. I’m worried about you. How’re you feeling now?”

“I’m OK. I think I’m empty.”

“That’ll teach you to steal the kids Halloween candy.”

“You think that’s what it was? How could something that felt so good turn out to be so bad?”

“A lot of parents have asked that question. Did you eat anything else other than your regular food?”

“No.”

“Well then that’s got to be…”

“I’ve been peeing through my bum all day.”

“Pardon?”

“My bum. Pee has been squirting out of it all day. Usually it comes out of my ding dong.”

“That’s not pee. That’s liquid poop.”

“That explains the smell.”

“Yes. Well how about if you go outside now, and I’ll get busy ripping out all the drywall.”

“OK. Hey Tall Guy…”

“Yes?”

“What’s for dinner?”

§ § §

Friday

“ZEKE! DINNER!”

“YIPPEE!”

“Don’t eat too fast. You swallow too much air and it makes you gassy.”

“You can never swallow too much of anything *starts gobbling* I love my dinner. It’s super yummy.”

“Good. I’m happy. Please don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“All done!”

“That was fas…”

“I have to go outside now because my food is all turned into poo.”

“It doesn’t happen that fast. You just swallowed the last bite 4 seconds ago.”

“It’s poo now. Please let me out.”

“I’m eating my dinner. Wait for a couple of minu…”

“It’s coming out! I’m prairie dogging!”

“What?”

“The poo is sticking his head out of my bum.”

“I should have adopted a snake.”

“C’mon c’mon c’mon!”

“OK, there you go. Do what you need to do.”

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“I’M DONE!”

“Can I finish my dinner now?”

“Yes. What’s for dinner?”

“YOU JUST ATE DINNER!”

“Oh. Right. Then what’s for breakfast?”


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