Lamb, Shrimp, Beef, Pasta, Venison
We ate very well this weekend.The restaurant at the lodge was pretty good. We weren't sure what to expect but we were pleasantly surprised. The menu on their web site sounded good. But anyone can make a meal sound good. But does it taste good?
Friday night, I had Lamb Chops. HC had Stuffed Shrimp. Saturday night, I had Prime Rib. HC had Pasta Primavera. Both evening’s dinners were expertly prepared.
So where does the Venison come in?
Well funny you should ask....
On the way home, we stopped and went for a hike. When we got far enough from the road, we took HRH off his leash so he could let his inner beast out.
HRH is out of sight for a few minutes. When he's coming back towards us:
HC: What is that HRH has in his mouth?
CH: It's probably just a stick
HC: He never shows that much interest in a stick. I bet it's a deer leg.
She was right!!!!
HRH had somehow gotten himself a deer leg. And as he was running towards us he was flipping it in the air and thrashing it back & forth. He was the happiest freakiest guy in Cooks Forest.
The next thing was how to get it away from him. He knows to stay away from us when he's got something he thinks we'll take away from him. (poop, sweaty dead things, rotting things)
Our latest strategy is to call him towards us and ignore the fact that something gross is hanging from his mouth. Depending on what it is we'll even treat it as a toy and toss it for him to fetch. After a little bit of fetching, we'll just take it away from him & give him a treat. This seems to be working for now.
After a few times fetching the deer leg, he started eating/gnawing on it before bringing it back. Well before I was able to confiscate the deer leg, he was able to tear most of the fur & meat off of it. He was all proud of himself. Mighty hunter that he is. Killer. Tough Guy!!!
He was kind of restless on the ride home. He kept wanting to be up front with us and in HC's lap. Later that night he threw up on the carpet. Yep. You guested it the mighty hunter, tough guy, killer had a tummy ache from eating that nasty, dead, funky, deer leg.
That dog cracks me up. It took him a day to get back to his usual self. But he's back to 100% HRH. That's why I say "He's just smart enough..."
Labels: food, HRH, travel, vacation
posted by ChowderHead @ 4/11/2007 03:30:00 PM
4 Comments:
Ha ha ha!
Poor HRH.
PW: It is to laugh. He cracks me up with his antics. That's his dark gift.
Sir Gacks-a-lot is all better now.
OMG!!! He is a little bugger! Great story!
Michelle: That's HRH's role: Comedy relief & little bugger!!
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