Happy Dogs on Thursday! It’s also a not-so-little little friday, since for many of us in the US, today’s the last day of the work week before a holiday weekend!
Meet my yo-yo dog pack! One of the ladies in my knitting guild had them for sale, and like potato chips, I couldn’t stop with just one. She gave them each food names, but sadly, I only recall that the orange one is Pumpkin. I now have to find a safe haven for them at home, because the living, breathing fur-girls believe that anything that looks like a toy must be theirs!
Speaking of my fur-angels, they got all dolled up yesterday for my birthday! I think they thought maybe they could go to dinner with us if they looked the part…
Yep, yours goes all the way around too...
They were too confused excited to be still and pose properly. It didn’t help any at all that Sissy could just BARELY squeeze into the girls size 6 dress. I’d figured she needed about a 10-12, but that was the only purple one I could find, and the largest size was a 6, and as I predicted, I was JUST able to squeeze her into it!
I. cant. breathe!!!
Yes again, the dresses are on backwards, by human terms, but I think they work better that way for dogs, don’t you?
I'm *NOT* a baby!
Gretchen didn’t mind her frock at all. It was an infant 3-6 mos., in a nice, fluid knit.
Gretchen: Why don't you jump up here then? Sissy: I can't! I can barely move...
Now that I have a rough idea of what sizes my girls wear in human clothes, don’t be surprised to see more dress-up happening. I still think dog outfits are more comfortable for them, but…
The girls actually missed QUITE an adventure with dinner. We headed to Maggiano’s after the storm had passed. We’d never eaten there, but so many people raved about it, we were sure we were missing out.
Weather-beaten carryout bag
Um… maybe not. I’ll definitely go back for lunch when I’m in the area, but I wouldn’t drive the near-hour for dinner again. The service was so-so (which I hear is unusual, but this is what we experienced), and I’ll give a run-down course by course on the food, because it varied greatly.
Because we’re bread people, we skipped the appetizers and ate bread. It was good-quality bread, but very unremarkable. I did order their half chopped salad, and was shocked at the quantity; it was easily a meal unto itself. So, when our pastas arrived after I’d only eaten a few bites (hem, hem… ), I asked the server to box the remainder up for me. We never saw it again, but to our regular waiter’s credit, I do have a fresh, “full” half salad in the fridge for lunch today.
Day-old half chopped salad
Our regular waiter was pleasant, even delightful, when he was around. We only saw him when it was time to ask if we wanted to order something else. The bread girl kept taking our bread “refills” to the table behind me, and while she apologized, that still didn’t change the fact that the Knight sat there with an empty glass and no bread during those few seconds minutes while I had my salad.
While I realize it’s an Italian restaurant and I enjoyed the delicate olive oil for dipping the bread, the Knight is a bread and butter man, and I felt badly that no butter was offered.
Our main courses came from the Little Italy Favorites. The Knight ordered the baked ziti and sausage, a favorite of his. It was good enough, but nothing special, which I’d hoped my 40th birthday meal would be. The same could be said for my lobster ravioli. There’s a Trader Joe’s down the street from the restaurant, and I bet their store brand is comparable. Good, but good wasn’t good enough last night.
Dessert was another story. Ahhh… The Knight ordered the strawberry pie, which was served in a massive single-serving, mini-pie. It was the best crust I’ve ever eaten. Seriously. I had the tiramisu, and my portion was about three times the normal serving size. It too was melt-in-your-mouth good, and I hope the leftovers will be as good this evening.
Pocket where umbrella lives when it's not drying in the back
I wish our tale ended there, on that incredibly sweet note. I also wish their website offered photos of the desserts, but back to our story! When we left, it was POURING. The Knight sprinted to the car to offer curbside service, so I felt a little sick when a few minutes later, he came back, sans umbrella, soaked to the skin. (I’d mentioned on our way in that there was an umbrella in the car, but failed to add that it was in the driver’s door pocket.)
The battery was DEAD. We were roughly 60 miles from home with a car that wouldn’t start. After more sick-feeling, I took a deep breath and walked to the hostess station. She immediately called mall security, and within seconds (literally!), they were at curbside, and the Knight was directing them to our dead soldier.
(No Daddy Pissy/CP/whomever, I don’t have jumper cables. It’s the ONE vehicle we own without them, but I bet the Knight remedies that this weekend.)
Slider-thingee, where it lives between uses, since there's no stopper
We still don’t know what happened. We do know that a few times before, my automatic lights have opted not to turn themselves off when the key leaves the ignition. I also have caught the beastie a few times when the driver’s seatbelt (which lacks its plastic stop to keep the seatbelt slider piece from sliding to the floorboard, as Lexus doesn’t consider that a replacement part) has prevented the door from closing, because when I try to lock it, Beastie (formerly known as Lexi, back when I loved her) will SCREAM if the doors aren’t shut.
Remember, I am half-heartedly car shopping. Perhaps I need to step up my efforts before Beastie leaves ME stranded somewhere, alone. Ironically, Sunday night, we did do some vehicle window-shopping, and are trying to decide if we need to rule out anything with “captains chairs” in the second row. Why? Because Gretchen likes to snuggle Sissy, and G doesn’t ride so well. Sissy might enjoy her own “single” seat, but would that cause Gretch undue stress?
Yep. We’re THAT into our dogs, that they strongly influence my next vehicle purchase. After all, they use the back seat FAR more than anyone else.
That’s more than enough, and you deserve a portion of your favorite dessert if you made it through the whole thing!