This morning I took some lamb chops out of the freezer to cook for dinner. Rick loves lamb chops. One could say that I am Queen Shit in Rick's eyes when I cook lamb chops. I hate lamb chops but I love my husband, therefore I cook him all the nasty meat he wants. While I was digging through the freezer I found a package that was unmarked. I unwrapped it and it was a little piece of sirloin. I thought I would take that out as well and make The Man steak and eggs for breakfast tomorrow. Again, Queen Shit. Rick went to visit Poppie this afternoon and I headed out to the grocery store. When I arrived home I discovered that Ozzy ate the lamb chops and the sirloin that had been thawing on the kitchen counter. BAD DOG! Plan B is homemade pizza for dinner.
Ozzy was a year and a half old when we adopted him from the shelter. He weighed 42 pounds. He is now 9 years old and weighs 72 pounds and our vet says that he is the perfect weight. But somewhere along the road of his life he was not fed well. This is why you can never leave lamb chops on the counter. Or any other kind of food. Silly me.
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