As a domestic goddess, why didn't I think of this?

My Girlfriend's Kitchen

actually, i did think of this, just not on this grand a scale. i thought of doing something similar out of my own kitchen, but i would have had to charge quite a lot (too much) for a single cassarole. it's a great idea really, and for working women, man, what a time saver. and the twelve meal deal is the best value, because i guarantee that you can't buy all the ingredients needed for the types of meals they offer for $200.

---Pavlov's Dog, Meet Sergei Zackovich---

sergei is a little crazy. ok, he's a lot crazy. we're to blame for this, because we spoiled him and he is quite the diva. paris hilton has nothing on him, i'm telling you. i mean, the neighbor brings him left-over t-bones about once a week. every day he sits with his (beloved) cc and they eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bowl of fruit loops or they share a container of yogurt that she feeds to him off of her spoon.

and it seems the older he gets the crazier he gets. i mean, he's reached whitney houston/diana ross status here. one of his little wacky behaviors concerns his "leash" basket. because he's a husky, and quite the puller, he has his regular (slave) collar that he wears all the time, and his walking collar, a metal one with inward spikes(hey, they're not sharpened)that if he pulls, they dig into his thick fur covered neck and let him know, whoa! don't pull!

lately, he's just gotten screwy about his leash/walking collar, and that basket in general. if mark takes his walking collar and leash off, and leaves them by the front door, sergei camps out next to them. when someone walks by too close, he gives a shitty warning bark/growl thingy. he'll stay there all night, right next to them, until we put them away in his basket. if mark doesn't put his slave collar back on him when they return from a walk, he camps out next to that and gets shitty when anyone comes near. when everything is in his basket (but maybe hanging out a little) there he is, protecting it all. he's even nipped at feet when his leash or collar is laying on the floor, making sure no one messes with them.

but that's not the funniest thing. since he was a puppy, we've always had his big-ass crate in our room, tucked in the corner, under the window. about a month (maybe less) before we put yasha down, we had a terrible infestation of fleas (thank you yasha, you'd have made a great junk yard dog, baby). one weekend i'd had enough. mark and i cleared everything, including our room, and got rid of the fuckers (not an easy task, i tell you). we broke down both crates, because they were nice little homes for the fleas, and placed them on the back porch. we rearranged our room and decided not to put the crates back in there. shortly after that, we put yasha down.

now sergei's crate has always been like a womb to him. it was the one place in the house where he could go and no one would bother him. we couldn't even reach in and pet him, or he'd get shitty. it was his safe place, his quiet place, his place of reflection...lol...if there was any sort of confrontation in the house, sergei would disappear to his crate, safe and sound and untouchable.

well, his crate may not be there anymore, but apparently to sergei is it. he now lays in that corner, and if you approach him over there, he lets you know, "i'm in my crate, you can't touch me" huskies like to sleep on their back, and his crate was perfect for that because he could lean against one side or the other. now when i get up in the morning, he's on his back, legs propped against the wall, snoozing away in his invisible crate.

dogs are funny. it's amazing the different personalities they have, especially in an intelligent breed like huskies. anybody who says animals don't have souls is wrong. they have feelings and emotions. they develop attachments, strong attachments. they're like children and can see through the bullshit. they know what someone's true intentions are, you cannot bullshit a dog. sergei is particularly partial to women and children.

sadly, we won't have sergei much longer. he's old for a husky.

ya'll enjoy your pets!