King of the Burger

Dad has continued on the treat-making, working on things, fixing other things, coming up with new and brilliant ideas for treats, and one of the more recent ones has been to make BURGERS. They're meat mixed with veggies and then dehydrated. I approve wholeheartedly...

Ain't too proud to beg...

Hey, there's still MORE OF THAT BURGER...

Action shot! I'm lunging full-Dale-speed at mom to get at that burger... mere seconds later and it was MINE...

Yummo yummo.

I don't think I've mentioned the news about my Boxer baby buddies because it was really, really sad... but little Fritz passed away a little while ago and his sister DeeDee has been really sick. They both had Parvo - not once but TWICE - and mange because of their irresponsible breeder. Since Fritz has passed away DeeDee has been lonely and wasn't eating much, so dad and I stepped in to make her some big dehydrated burgers...

There's beef heart, turkey, and fish and rice burgers in there. A nice care package for a pretty girl!

So mom and I jumped into the Bogiemobile for our Meals on Wheels delivery to Miss DeeDee! I couldn't visit with her because her immune system is still pretty weak, so I wait in the car.

After all of that hard work, mom thought we deserved some lunch. We hadn't visited the Angelique Cafe for awhile, so off we drove in search of some good French sandwiches.

But there was a problem. As cute as I look here, I wasn't able to help with the godawful service that we received. Now mom, dad, and I have been here many times before and the food is always good and the service is always nice. But today was another story... We sat at a table and got our menus. Then instead of the waitress taking our drinks order she ran away! Someone else threw a tiny basket of bread on our table as they ran by (it wasn't THAT busy) but no one would acknowledge us. Weird. Other folks at a few tables were having the same problem so we knew it wasn't just us, but still... Finally we got to order food. And wait. And wait. And wait some more.

Nope, she's not coming.

Not that way, either.

The waitress brought food to a neighboring table of people who had arrived long after we did. Then when we were starting to think about leaving, she came by and asked to confirm what we ordered! So they DID forget about us. Finally the food came and mom's sandwich was ok but her fries (my favorite part of her lunch) were COLD! Oh, the travesty! So she sent them back but even then she couldn't get our waitress' attention, and she picked up her plate to show to another person who worked there that they were cold. And do you know what that person did? She put her finger in them!!! Right into the french fries!!!

So I did what any self-respecting Airedale would do: I stretched out my paws to trip her as she walked by.

Love,

Bogart

Chez Bogart

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