There's a lot of happy on my face today. It's a tired kind of happy and it's all because of my run. As all you regular readers out there know, I've been having some injury issues for 3+ months now. I haven't had to stop running but my running has been uncomfortable and post-run it's been quite painful at times. I've been doing all the right stuff - massage, physio, active release, stretching, strengthening and, recently, a plyometric program designed by #1 son Sam. After today's run where there was minimal pain and, more importantly, minimal post-run pain he has been elevated to #1 in more than just birth order - that is until he leaves his undies on the floor or a sink full of dishes and it'll be back to status quo.
I wrote last week about how I psychologically screw with my husband's head. (I'm betting some of you thought that last Saturday's post had something to do with the happy on my face - well the guilty parties can wash their minds out with soap) I realised that I do it to my animals too. I'm guessing there's not too many sick and twisted 'animal-lovers' out there who do what I do.
For dinner last night I decided to have a chicken salad and microwaved potato in the jacket. I had a cooked chicken in the fridge but there wasn't much left so I picked the carcass clean. Then what did I do with the bones? I did what every vet recommends that you shouldn't. I gave them to the dogs. But I didn't just give them to the dogs. I tossed them out the window so the dogs would have to race outside to have what amounted to an easter egg hunt. And I did it in full view of our chickens. No wonder we've been getting a regular supply of eggs - they know their fates if they don't perform.
My cooked chicken came with stuffing which never gets eaten by the family. Stuffing is basically 100% carbs and if I give that to Nelson he ends up with the most vile and prolific flatulence. So where did the stuffing end up? I gave it to the chickens. And took a lot of pleasure in watching them stuff themselves. I'm sick I tell you!
Haha! Stuffed chickens! You are too funny!ReplyDelete
I didn't realize you have chickens. My wife and I have just been getting into chickens. We are almost done with the coop, and have about a dozen egg layers when they get old enough.ReplyDelete
Sounds like Thanksgiving gave you something to be thankful for in your running. whoo hoo.
One day I'm going to make it to Australia - with the sole purpose to visit you! I am sure it's going to be an awesome trip...if I don't die of a chicken bone lodged in my throat!ReplyDelete
Nope, nothings wrong with you, Keep entertaining us.ReplyDelete
You are sick ... And it makes me laugh ... Does that make me sick too?ReplyDelete
What Jill said ;-)ReplyDelete
If only you had shouted "Say hello to your sister" when you tossed the chicken bones!ReplyDelete
You made me laugh, Char! Have a nice weekend!ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh, that IS kind of sick. But also hilarious!!!ReplyDelete
I love the idea of getting the chickens to stuff themselves. You are one crazy vet!ReplyDelete