Home Ec 101

I'm getting to be such a domestic diva--or whatever the male equivalent is. (Domestic divo?) When Mike and Jeannie and my newly adopted big sister Jenny were out taking M's mum to lunch for Mothers Day, I taught myself some great housekeeping skills. First, you know how some people are into flower arranging? Well, I think I might excel at food rearranging. I believe I mentioned in my last post my occasional knack for putting English muffins in my bed. In keeping with that theme, today I learned to move the Cuban bread from the kitchen counter to the couch:

I think it's much handier there, since I am, after all, a Canine Couch Potato, and you never know when I might get a serious case of the munchies.

While I had the house to myself I also relocated my dry dog chow (both bags!) from the kitchen counter top to a more convenient spot on the floor:

And finally, I learned how to carry out the garbage. Well--let's say I started learning. I've got the part down where you open the cabinet, take the can out from under the sink, and remove the garbage from the can. Now all I need to work on is getting it the rest of the way out of the house. Incidentally, my little blue three-legged dog, Tripod, is not part of the garbage, but just an innocent bystander.

When they got home, everyone was so proud of my new skills that they literally shrieked with delight.