OOPS! The doorbell, and guess who’s coming to dinner? That BAAAAAD doggy, Mya, canine Hoover, Gourmet des Tomates, Octopolpe Antagonist (you really should see her go at this critter),
Talk about a magician!!! Well, that bad doggy was here and vacuumed up all the windfall cherry tomatoes from under mama’s plants and we are ALL happy about that as they were about to rot! She made them DISAPPEAR! Completely!
MYA EATING TOMATOES RIGHT OFF MAMA’S VINES!
Hmmm….maybe I should have provided a little mozzarella and basil for her apperitvo, haha. Instead, the anthros had theirs and broke up laughing at her antics. Maybe I can get a video of The Hoover on here one day. Hey, do I have to upload it to YouTube (I almost wrote YouRube, which is what mama feels like when she can’t figure out how to put a video in MY blogs)!
LET’S HEAR IT FOR TOMATES!
That doggy can eat more tomatoes than the Italian army! Assuming they like pomodori, that is. I’m kidding, of course, because did you know that troubles with the prostate (whatever that is) are few in Italy because of the diet containing so many tomato products. Yessiree, they really keep male anthros healthy, and kitties, too, even those with no prostate at all.
Just a little info today on the magic of tomatoes. Plus they are RED and red things are good for you, who knows why. Which is why I love RED MEAT, haha.
Mama and papa say, YES, RED wine!!!
No, I DON’T TIPPLE—this is after Mya’s visit. That doggy has more energy than a pack of Chihuahuas.