Doggy Bag

I was out for dinner at noon yesterday, at a restaurant, with the group from the church.  I had ox roast sandwich and French fries.  The fries came in their own basket and it looked like I'd been given the equivalent of three large potatoes.  They were really good, but enough is enough.  I know that Rusty really, really likes French fries, so I knew I'd take some of them home for him.  And then I realized that my neighbors at the table weren't eating their peas.  Canned peas at a restaurant aren't as appealing as fresh peas, or even frozen peas.  I asked if I could have their peas to take home for my dog. Rusty loves people food!  My table mates thought this was so funny that I was taking home a doggy bag and it really was for my dog!  Quite often when we ask for a doggy bag, we take the food home for ourselves.

I've rationed the French fries and peas into three portions so Rusty wouldn't get too much all at once.  He'll have the last of it with his dog food for supper this evening.  Desy got a little of it, too.

Posted by: NJ on 2/17/2006 11:50:08 AM , 1 comments