Homegrown Texan

Born and raised in Texas, I've found the home of my heart and soul in the Pacific Northwest. I love trees, cool weather, and rain. I'm a back to basics kind of gal just trying to raise my family and find a bit of time to slow down in this hectic life.

So I got this awesome looking tomato at the farmer's market this weekend.  Kinda funky looking, like homegrown tomatoes often are.  And it looked *so* good.

So the effing dog decides to grab it off of the counter and eat it.  Now I'm not dumb enough to leave something like a plate of meat up on the counter.  But a tomato?  Who knew?

I'm really pissed about this whole deal with the dogs getting shit off of the counter/table all the time.  I'm not sure what to do about it, either, and I don't really have a good way to block them out of the kitchen (aside from blocking them out of the common living area in general, which doesn't work because they get bored/aggravated with being away from us and get into trouble...besides, if I keep them away from us, what's the point of having them?).

Anyway, I'm not as pissed as I was the time Berry grabbed an entire loaf of bread I had just baked off of the counter and hauled it off into his kennel to munch, but I'm close.


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