Peanut Butter Suet

Blogging Friends.... I appreciated all of your input regarding ideas for avoiding moldy treats when I bake "Paw Lick'n Chick'n" again later this week!!

Infuse humor. No matter what the situation, or how hard life can be, always find time to laugh. Always. Humor can swoop in, like some muscular superhero, and rescue even the most frightening moments. To panic is a given. It's easy. To crack even the lamest jokes during such situations is a choice. Like happiness. This is something that I have been learning lately. Sunday afternoon, we returned home from an unusually long church experience. Service in the morning, food preparation afterward, and, eventually, lunch devoured!! This only occurs but once a month. I think!! What do I know? I just sit on the sidelines, grateful for everybody's hard work, while reaping the benefit!! Happily. I may be an oddball outsider, but at least I'm content at that!! Finally. It certainly took me long enough!! And Rose, of course, stays home. She is always such a well-behaved girl during these long Sundays. So it seems!! Zero accidents. No chewed up furniture like with some canines. Zero messes from a raided garbage. However, the other day proved itself as an exception to that. Because Rose slipped. We returned home to her familiar high-pitched bay. Her happy sound!! I smiled, voluntarily reached into my black jeans pocket, and pulled out our house key. I unlocked the door. It required seconds for me to discover evidence that Rose had been naughty. Seconds. On our great room carpet lie peanut butter-scented crumbs. Along with an opened hard plastic container. Rose's bad behavior was no mystery to solve. The evidence spoke for itself. She found our peanut butter suet, which had been sitting, alongside another, on a chair. Oops. She pried open its container. And helped herself to a rather unusual treat!! "Oh my gosh!!" I gasped aloud. Worry, heart-pounding adrenaline, and fear all rushed through me at once. Plus guilt. My little girl ingested suet!! Bird food!! My mind raced. What is in that stuff? I wondered. Should we induce vomiting? Should I take her to the vet? No wonder my hair is turning silver prematurely!! Rose only ate one block. And, apparently, she was allowed zero time to ingest the second one. Because I inspected it, and noticed some teeth punctures!! Rose....!! I also, of course, read peanut butter suet's ingredients which were, conveniently, listed on its package. Nothing lethal!! I can relax. A little, anyway!! We also discovered this pile of poop. On the great room carpet. I always feel guilty somehow whenever my canines are bad. As though I were responsible for their actions. When, in reality, Rose was a three-year old "second chance" girl!! She lived, if my math and memory is correct, 21 dog years before becoming mine!! 21!! So, why do I always feel as though I'm "in the doghouse"? Why....? Internal guilt from a lifetime of being the "hopelessly flawed" daughter, I suppose!! I always feel as though I did something wrong.... After declaring within my mind--which, under the circumstances was surprisingly rational--that Rose will survive this misadventure, humor came to my rescue!! Immediately!! And, it lightened my glum, guilt-riddled mood up!! I said to Rose, as though she were some child who could answer me: "What are you, a bird?" Because, really?! Peanut butter suet?! Next thing I realize, I'll be noticing that Rose grew some brightly-hued feathers like our visiting Scrub Jays!! She will develop a hardened beak!! I'll witness her legs transform into claws!! Then, finally, Rose will spread twain beautiful wings and fly!! Okay. Enough silliness!! I've been watching Rose, and there have been zero signs of illness. No vomiting. Zero diarrhea. She will be just fine!! There. I infused humor to a situation where it was needed most!! While also gaining some premature silver hairs along the way, no doubt....