(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . PWB Peeps; The Ballinknock Kronnikuls - Peace and Vinegar (based on real events) [1] ['This Content Is Not Subject To Review Daily Kos Staff Prior To Publication.'] Date: 2023-06-01 A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦 Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul. Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community. Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly. There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw. (I know French fries aren’t potato chips, but I don’t know of a song about sea salt and vinegar potato chips!) I sat at the computer, transferring pictures and memes to my image library, happily crunching my favorite potato chips — sea salt and vinegar. Zee and ‘Risa snoozed behind/beside me, for once ignoring the fact that I was snacking. In their presence! Without sharing! I glanced down to make sure they were still breathing, because I am a responsible and vigilant caregiver. crunch crunch That’s when it happened — I dropped a fragment onto the floor. I had to move my chair to find it, so the dogs were now awake and watching with mild interest. Found it! I held it up triumphantly, and then realized that I just picked it up off my floor. Five second rule notwithstanding, I wasn’t putting it into my mouth. Huh-uh. No way. Hm. I observed that I had two viable options right there, but Zee was the easiest to reach, so I offered the piece to him. He sniffed it cautiously — it could have been broccoli, for all he knew. Can’t be too careful when it might be broccoli. I don’t care what the poor thing eats, I’d change his name. Hey! Not broccoli! He munched the fragment — honestly, he made quite a show of it for such a negligible bit — and I watched his face closely for signs of “Whoa! Binnigur!” but he looked pleased, and since ‘Risa heard the crunching, she was taking note of his delight. She was starting to frown. Uh-ohs! She’s fast with a reprimand when she’s displeased, and she’s displeased when he’s crunching and she isn’t. Quickly, I rummaged in the bag for another, equally tiny, piece, and offered it to her. She took it, no questions asked — I mean, you can always spit it out like carrot, right? crunch crunch crunch But, wait! This new flavor is intriguing! Quite enjoyable, in fact! Give Us MOAR. (sigh) “Whoa! Binnigur!” ...pro’ly NOT binnigur... Somewhat apprehensive about what I may have started, I found another couple of broken bits, and doled them out. Zee and ‘Risa received them enthusiastically, if not gently. I was now convinced I would live to regret the whole endeavor, but I still couldn’t help chuckling, listening to their crunching. Something about that sound just tickles me! crunch crunch crunch “When I can HAZ? I holded it for da pikshur...” They crowded around, keen to share some more. “No!” I declared firmly. “You shouldn’t have had that mu-ooof!” Zee pressed his suit in much the same way as he pressed my midriff, and I felt a twinge of alarm since both he and ‘Risa seemed to be coordinating a surge. I could easily picture being knocked out of the chair. I’m too old for that sort of nonsense. Cucumber? Rilly? ...however many times I read that, I can’t help snickering! It could be the “Olé!” ….”I did not eat the sprinkles...” I used my Mommy-is-juuuust-this-side-of-bellowing voice and insisted, “NO. No more. You’re being rude, and I think you should Go Elsewhere.” I stood up, the chair rolling backwards. “Go outside and yell at something. SHOO!” Duuuuuuude…. ...thinks YOU should chuck your potato chips over his way. “Not steeld. Gibbed to me. Needs chips.” “Not steeld. Gibbed to me. Can I come in before dey find me?” The face just before the two-fisted surge!!! I rolled the chip bag closed and walked the dogs to the back door. “I hope you’re happy,” I complained loudly as they bounced out, clearly happy. “You took all the fun out of eating nutritionally frivolous treats, thanks for nothing...” It beats having the brains of one, I suppose “And when, exactly, do you ever share with me?” I called to them. “Ingrates,” I grumbled, closing the door. “I t’ink we shud swap. Rawhide iz indejessubul.” Well, I expect I’ve done enough damage for now. :D Zee does still come around if he knows I’ve got binnigur potato chips. He seems ever so wistful … Y’all stay safe, please. 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