Senile, Me?

Grammie has returned. I asked her about the many experiments that were done on her when she was gone. She stated, "Moco, you must be getting senile. THEY only come in the fall to do the experiments. You know that. I told you that I was going to take care of the human pups that belong to your human brother." Grammie has been in another city for a week taking care of the youngest human pups while our human brother went to New York.

Senile or not she brought us a treat. (Some of you may not want to look at this first picture since it is in the raw state.) You pups in the know will recognize this as raw beef liver. Yum-O. Lots of iron to keep us all strong. Do we get to eat it raw? No. Grammie says, "I have to cook it up and cut it up." What kind of nonsense it that? We have seen a lot of our buddies eating raw meatables. I personally think that she did have an experiment done on her thinking apparatus. That can be the only reason such a goofy statement would exit her mouth. I transgress. She got busy cooking this wonderful treat. Here it is in the pan and when it was done it looked like this. It has to cool so we will not burn our tender mouths or that it what she tells us anyway. We are going to have it for our dinner with raw carrots. How wonderful is that. Grammie, it is nice that you are back and we don't have to rely on that big red haired guy or as Joe says, "fire monkey" anymore.

Please do not confuse this site with Joe's Mom's cooking site Dining Alone. Grammie says that her food is wonderful and this stuff just stinks up the house. Do I look like it bothers me? I think not.