p3rr4n
05-14-2005, 05:20 PM
We all know how scared of new things lovies can be right?
The other day it was time to eat and I decided to have a change of pace and make a turkey sandwich with whole wheat bread but instead of plain, I wanted mustard.
SO! I pull out the bread.. been there done that no problem. Trixie tries to shread the plastic as usual....
Open the fridge and get the turkey out….. once again no problem there.
Then I grab the mustard, cause like I said I was in the mood for something different, you know, the standard yellow “Frenches” mustard most of us use?
Well.. let me tell ya. Trixie flipped out.
“SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREECH, SCREEECHSCREECHSCREECH… SCREEECH SCREECH SCREECH”, you know that really cute supersonic high pitch screech?
Yeah... that one.
Then she starts evading the mustard, running all over daddysa sholders, back, head....... under the shirt, over the shirt, SCREEECH, YELP … KWAAAK SCHEEEEEEEECH, SCREETCH SCREETCH SCREECH.
You would have thought it was the coming of satan himself.
:D :D :D
I laughed while trying to squirt mustard on my bread with my poor freaked out Trixie Bunny having a freak fit while trying ot tell her in that loving sing songy voice “Its ohhh kay baybeee, its just mustard. Its good!, don’t be a scardy chickin’ k? ;) )
Once I put the mustard up it was snuggle under daddies hair and hug hug hug, kiss kiss kiss, "KEEEP ME SAFE DADDY!! I LOVE YOU DADDY YOU SAVED ME FROM THE EVIL PRESENCE OF THE DASTARDLY MUSTARD" kind of snuggles.
So we sit down back at the computer. She of course runs down my arm and sits on my hand and starts tearing into the sandwich.
Bread is now flying all over the house.
In 12 years, we are still going to find some of those bread crumbs. ;)
Once she gets to the inside of the sandwich, you know, the good part?.. Well, let me tell ya. She takes a bite of the turkey (she loves turkey). No mustard yet.
I’m just waiting to see what happens. AT this point Im trying not to laugh, cause I don’t wanna get yelled at (Yeah she yells at me when I make fun of her) ;)
Then she chews and chews and chews. I can’t eat at this point cause its too funny so I just sit there and watch her.
You know, one of those "Priceless moments".
Then she takes a big rip out of it...... shred shred shred……, chow chow chow…. She's eating plain turkey and doesn't notice at first.
THEN! She hits the mustard!!!
Trixie stops cold in her tracks. Looks me right in the eyes with her typical Trixie Stare.
She stares at me motionless with the super doper serious Truixie Bunny stare.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
An eternity passes. Must have been 10 seconds or so.
THEN!
She decides she likes it and without warning goes back into a frenzied shredding turkey sandwich mode.
You know that cloud that forms when millet is around?
That’s nothing. This cloud radiated out of the house and darkened the sun over the entire city of Philadelphia AND the suburbs.
Let me tell ya. There is bread flying, turkey flying. You have never seen anything like it!
She’s looking for more mustard. If it doesn’t have mustard on it, it’s hitting the floor. The dog is chowin down, she’s shredding, Im laughin’.
When she hits more turkey with mustard, it’s chow time. There is not a morsel wasted at this point. Talk about precision beaking.
I’m pretty sure she called Aunt Shy later that day to tell her all about the new adventure.
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
PS: She is still terrified of the evil mustard bottle.
;)
The other day it was time to eat and I decided to have a change of pace and make a turkey sandwich with whole wheat bread but instead of plain, I wanted mustard.
SO! I pull out the bread.. been there done that no problem. Trixie tries to shread the plastic as usual....
Open the fridge and get the turkey out….. once again no problem there.
Then I grab the mustard, cause like I said I was in the mood for something different, you know, the standard yellow “Frenches” mustard most of us use?
Well.. let me tell ya. Trixie flipped out.
“SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREECH, SCREEECHSCREECHSCREECH… SCREEECH SCREECH SCREECH”, you know that really cute supersonic high pitch screech?
Yeah... that one.
Then she starts evading the mustard, running all over daddysa sholders, back, head....... under the shirt, over the shirt, SCREEECH, YELP … KWAAAK SCHEEEEEEEECH, SCREETCH SCREETCH SCREECH.
You would have thought it was the coming of satan himself.
:D :D :D
I laughed while trying to squirt mustard on my bread with my poor freaked out Trixie Bunny having a freak fit while trying ot tell her in that loving sing songy voice “Its ohhh kay baybeee, its just mustard. Its good!, don’t be a scardy chickin’ k? ;) )
Once I put the mustard up it was snuggle under daddies hair and hug hug hug, kiss kiss kiss, "KEEEP ME SAFE DADDY!! I LOVE YOU DADDY YOU SAVED ME FROM THE EVIL PRESENCE OF THE DASTARDLY MUSTARD" kind of snuggles.
So we sit down back at the computer. She of course runs down my arm and sits on my hand and starts tearing into the sandwich.
Bread is now flying all over the house.
In 12 years, we are still going to find some of those bread crumbs. ;)
Once she gets to the inside of the sandwich, you know, the good part?.. Well, let me tell ya. She takes a bite of the turkey (she loves turkey). No mustard yet.
I’m just waiting to see what happens. AT this point Im trying not to laugh, cause I don’t wanna get yelled at (Yeah she yells at me when I make fun of her) ;)
Then she chews and chews and chews. I can’t eat at this point cause its too funny so I just sit there and watch her.
You know, one of those "Priceless moments".
Then she takes a big rip out of it...... shred shred shred……, chow chow chow…. She's eating plain turkey and doesn't notice at first.
THEN! She hits the mustard!!!
Trixie stops cold in her tracks. Looks me right in the eyes with her typical Trixie Stare.
She stares at me motionless with the super doper serious Truixie Bunny stare.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
An eternity passes. Must have been 10 seconds or so.
THEN!
She decides she likes it and without warning goes back into a frenzied shredding turkey sandwich mode.
You know that cloud that forms when millet is around?
That’s nothing. This cloud radiated out of the house and darkened the sun over the entire city of Philadelphia AND the suburbs.
Let me tell ya. There is bread flying, turkey flying. You have never seen anything like it!
She’s looking for more mustard. If it doesn’t have mustard on it, it’s hitting the floor. The dog is chowin down, she’s shredding, Im laughin’.
When she hits more turkey with mustard, it’s chow time. There is not a morsel wasted at this point. Talk about precision beaking.
I’m pretty sure she called Aunt Shy later that day to tell her all about the new adventure.
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
PS: She is still terrified of the evil mustard bottle.
;)