I Has a Sweet Potato

[littera_abactor]

You know, a lot of times I write up random posts and then don't post them. But Best Beloved just called me, and I could not really explain why I was inarticulate about sweet potatoes, so I said I'd go ahead and post this. That way, she can read it at work and know just what kind of day it has been. (Short version, for those who do not feel like

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[redshira]

Can I metaquote you? Because this is fantastic :D

[littera_abactor]

Sure! Feel free. (And thank you! I'm glad the story is amusing to someone, because I have gone into Kill on Sight mode for all sweet potatoes. I am death to sweet potatoes at this point. Grrrrr.)

[glinda_w]

here from metaquotes. I was managing not to laugh, until:

Me, wearily: What NOW?
Dog, hunched over the remains of a butternut squash: *says something garbled because her mouth is full*

amd then I had to laugh. Am still chuckling.

--g, owned by a cat, but has lived with dogs before; reminds me of the time we all went out to a concert, and came home to find the crumbless remains of a 13"x9" glass pan, which *had* been full of newly-baked applesauce cake, on the floor...

[liminalia]

Not as bad as running to the store and coming back to find that your entire pot roast *and* a half-ounce of weed is now in the dog's tummy. That dog slept for *hours*.

(not my dog, ex's dog)

My uncle's German Shepherd once ate an entire 5 lb. can of lard while they were gone, barfed on the couch, and then dragged the throw pillows over to cover up the evidence. Too damn smart, that one was.

[claire]

It might have been A Day for you, but at least you made it more hilarious for me ;)

[littera_abactor]

It has, indeed, been A Day. But I'm glad my Day made you feel better. (Although you must swear on a stack of assorted holy items that you will never tell my dog I said that. She'd take it as license to be really difficult.)

[silmaril]

I'll swear to that as you want, because I also now have tears of laughter in my eyes and for me it's been Ten Days like that, at least, so I needed the laughter badly.

[coach_outlet_c]

Beautifully done, both the content and the format.

[minim_calibre]

::cue smothered hysterical giggles::

At least it wasn't an elk?

[wychwood]

*reads*

*boggles*

*boggles more*

*begins to laugh hysterically*

[littera_abactor]

Oh, god. Dogs in elk! It's been years since I read that, and it is wonderful.

*happy sigh*

And that did make me feel better. Sweet potatoes, no matter how many of them there are, are not nearly as bad as a single elk.

[cofax7]

Or getting elk blood out of your curtains. Heh.

I'm glad Min posted that link, or I would have had to.

[wychwood]

Oh, wow. I thought our cats were bad! That is really a No Good Very Bad day.

*offers large amounts of sympathy and an actual baseball bat (frustrated pet-owners, for the use of)*

[littera_abactor]

*takes baseball bat*

*waves it menacingly at dog*

*sighs as dog begins to chew baseball bat*

(And, hey. If you want to tell me Bad Cat stories, that would probably make me feel better. *hopeful look*)

[wychwood]

Our cats tend more towards "moronic" than "bad", in general. Although there was the time when Moron came in through the cat-flap, walked past me and my mother, pissed very deliberately on the boxes of glass for recycling, and then carried on into the house

[sff_corgi]

[basingstoke]

...

HOW DO THEY EVEN GET THESE IDEAS INTO THEIR TINY WALNUT MINDS?

[littera_abactor]

I don't know, but I blame her parents, for being too smart, and her breeder, for breeding for smart dogs with personality. (I, of course, am totally blameless. Or, okay, not, but today I get to lie to myself about that.)

See, we have one very stupid (but sweet!) dog. And we have one dog who is spending every moment of her spare time attempting to evolve an opposable thumb so she can drive to the store and use my credit card to buy out the meat section. (And cheese section. And, because she is a very weird dog, the vegetable section.) This is only the latest in a long line of her various Triumphs Over the Humans and Their Stupid Rules About What I Should Eat.

*sigh*

[kengr]

It could be worse. Leslie Fish is breeding smart cats and the ones she is working with already have a rudimentary thumb.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

[singingnymph]

Wait...isn't she a filk musician? That makes the whole thing even scarier.

hugs