The season’s sales are well on their way, as I delivered 60 fruitcakes to Quality Greens, 48 to Discover Wines, 18 to Tin Horn Creek Winery and mailed 24 to Sea Cider in Victoria. As it’s just mid-November, I expect this to continue right up until Christmas so I feel smug about the heavy baking I did in September.
Because of my profound laziness, I’ve jettisoned the Okanagan Fruit and Rum bars along with the chocolate bark. I hate making anything small, so decided to stick with the original two fruitcakes and try to make each and every one of them a prize-winner.
Margaret’s helping me with my Nuttier than a Fruitcake page, and it’s a lot of fun. I honest to God didn’t know what to do, and said to her what simple things can a Luddite possibly do? She replied: Post one thing every day, and make sure you always include a photo.
Every day I dutifully post a recipe and sometimes the odd tip for something else, and I’ve increased my reach by a couple of hundred per cent. Margaret suggested I might do a special Christmas cookie recipe exchange, and I’ve started that. If only I could do those damned videos I’ve been talking about for a year or more.
My wonderful little pup got neutered on Wednesday, and at noon on Friday when the vet’s office assistant phoned to see how he was, I said, “Not well.” Louie was completely depressed from the experience and not himself at all.
I didn’t know what to do to cheer him up, so I went into Buckerfield’s to peruse the dog chews to see if I could find something he might like. After some thought, I ended up with a bull’s penis, and for good measure I threw in a pig’s ear.
When I got home I placed both items on the floor, he sniffed the ear, and then sniffed the penis, and started chewing on it. He kept at it for about four hours and I was worried he might be injuring his jaws from over-exercise. It sure took his mind off his surgery.
Then this weekend Louie and I went to Osoyoos to visit mom and her poodle Schwarzie. Louie had about 1/3 of the bull penis left, so I took it with us. Once we got into the house Schwarzie smelled the penis and grabbed it, and wouldn’t let Louie near it again.
Even though she is a walking skeleton due to advanced diabetes, that little dog laid there and chewed on the penis for at least three hours, and I said to mom I’m scared all this chewing energy’s going to finish off the dog. But she was fine.
One of the books I bought for $1 at the annual library book sale is by Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer. He says chewing for dogs is like reading a good book. So in both cases, the bull penis took the dogs’ minds off their troubles.
Perhaps one should always have a bull penis in the home for stress relief? I sat beside the dog when he was chewing on it and at times the odd whiff I got made me feel pretty sure only a dog would covet them. However you know you love your dog when you get to the till and hand over $12 for a damned penis.