February 16, 2006
Dinner At Mike's
Posted by Highwaygirl on February 16, 2006 05:57 PM
to the category Current Affairs
Rufus, a colored bull terrier, stands over a table at Mike's house in Arizona on Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2006. Rufus became America's top dog Tuesday night by winning Best in Show at the Westminster Kennel Club. The dinner menu consisted of salmon roasted over a cedar plank, wild rice, and Chardonnay. (AP Photo/Shiho Fukada).
The best part is that you have to be the waitstaff, and serve dinner to myself and his majesty, Rufus ;-)
And no getting snarky, or there'll be no tip...
On second thought, Julie, could you PhotoShop a salmon hanging out of Rufus' mouth? That'd work oh so well. Considering he'd probably leap right up on the table and devour the fish, the butter, and even the damn salt & pepper shakers, and spill all that expensive Chardonnay.
I still maintain the immensity of his cuteness though. However, I am a dog person, so that may have something to do with it.
Oh and FYI, I still hate moving. I even borrowed some money from Mom (jesus, I've never borrowed anything in my life from her before), so I'm feeling a little down tonight.
I have an evil kitty on my keyboard - dammit Ham!
Today's interesting note: the Women of Curling Calendar. Hmmmm...who'd've thought curling was sexy? I mean, ice dancing (the costumes, acrobatics, etc.); figure skating - sure they're great looking (except Katarina Witt looked horrible today - she needs a new 'do); but curling?
My cat is now clawing me. Dammit Ham! OK, now he ran away. And you're NOT going outside young man! Get back here!
Ahhhh...typical Thursday night relaxation. I wish I wouldn't have shot my TV (didn't really, it died and I haven't had time to take it to the dump, and yes, actually shoot it), but I'm forced to watch DVDs on the PC and it's not as fun. Somehow, the popcorn on the couch effect is sorely missing when you're in the office.
Anyway, Flagstaff is high and dry in terms of snow, so maybe my moving will go smoothly. Wish me any kind of luck, as I get all manly and wrassle a fridge into the moving truck....
Finally, to make my love of Rufus complete....look at the picture. LOOK, DAMMIT!
(segueway into low, mesmerizing French voice here)...
"With my paw, I beseech you, please to let me dine at your table tonight....I can tell you are a discerning and exqueeesite dinner partner."
"Loooook. Looooke at zeee our'dehourves.....zey are quail eggs.....almost as perfectly oval as my ov-hal head....."
"Loooook. Looooke into my soulful eyes....yes....it eeezz hitting you now, eeezint it? Watch zeee way I flutttter my ears....you are smitten, are you not?"
"What eeez that? Salmon? (CHOMP). Eeet eez so gooood, simply divine. Oooooo, and zeee's butter, so creamy (CHOMP). Rice, I am not too fond of, azzzz eeet eeez difficult to chew. But, we all have our problems, eh, mon cherie? Please not to mind eef I tip over zeee glass of whine, but I have only these CUR-SED dew claws, which are inadequate to grip zeee wine stem...."
"Zank you for sharing my post-veeectory meal with me. I will always remember you, and we will always have Pa-reeees....."
(crowd in background)
RUFUS! RUFUS! RUFUS!
Mike, that last comment was, seriously, one of the funniest things I've ever read. "With my paw, I beseech you." Christ, that's hysterical.
If I get evicted because I woke my neighbors up at 5:50 a.m. with my howling peals of laughter, it will be ALL YOUR FAULT.
And "dammit, Ham!" is going to be my new phrase in times of exasperation.
Oh, check your voice mail; I left you a message.
Thanks for the phone call. Glad I made ya laugh. Sometimes, after a long week like this one, going into a Friday with a good laugh really starts the weekend.