9. Toby will eat ANYTHING.
9. Corn cobs, zucchini, tomatoes, cucumbers. He loves it all. Thankfully, he is very good about ingesting the peroxide that makes him barf some of the not-good-for-him things (like corn cobs) back up. It used to take 3 grown men to hold Kocoa down and force peroxide down his throat, but Toby just swallows it and looks sad for 10 seconds. Then he barfs, runs around, and looks for something else to eat. Thankfully, Pippi doesn’t eat as many bad things as Toby does. Friday he scarfed down a jalepeno pepper without even chewing it. When that went down smoothly he grabbed a habanero and took a bite. Then shook his head and dropped it. And then picked it up and bit it again. Then shook his head and dropped it. He did that 5 TIMES while B chased him around the dining room before B finally gave up, called him a bad word, and let him eat it. He chomped it up and swallowed and then proceeded to curl his lips, stick his tongue out, and shake his head repeatedly. I finally had pity on him and gave him a piece of bread . That seemed to help though B said he was still kind of licking his chops a lot on his walk.
10. It is actually possible to lose the hat off your head.
I left Counties with my blue hat ON my head yet it is not in the house or in the car anywhere. It is gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air. I really liked that hat too.
11. I really need a goal.
Besides being isolated this summer I also feel slightly adrift. I have no goals – not physically, not work related, not personally. I am just slogging along in my little rut while people around me train for marathons and run the iron man and do tough mudders, etc. I haven’t even been reading as much as I usually do (mostly b/c I fall asleep when I actually have time to read). My only goal right now seems to be to survive the week and that is pretty pathetic.