The world according to Craig.

Gassing up both my vehicles today. $6.40 a gallon. Ouch.

Ouch is right!!

4.20 around here...awesome.

We were pissed about $4.60 last week.  Now they are giving it away at $4.11

You have a refrigerator that runs on propane with a pilot light? What planet do you live on? 


Oh must be in the motor home. 

Need to vent a little. My younger sister, who my mom lived with, put mom in a home. Its good so far, mom is adjusting well, kind of. She still knows who I am but doesn't remember much of anything else. Well my sister went on vacation in Greece with some girlfriends. Left her husband Brody and son Willie home to take care of the dogs and the restaurant, while I helped mom adjust to her new place. My older sister is a world traveler and is on her ship in Catalina Island.

Well my younger sister got home from Greece last night. Her beloved french bulldog BeBe somehow got into some wings. The only thing I can think of is they sell wings at the restaurant so Brody must have brought some home and fell asleep or something. If so I wouldn't want to be him. Anyway BeBe ate the chicken bones. According to my sister BeBe was suffering and begging for help. She died before they could do anything. Saddest fucking story I heard all week. The vet said in his 36 years he has never lost a dog to chicken bones until now. We all loved BeBe. Especially my sister, she was her special friend.

Brody had a terrible ski accident three years ago. He is the beer king for the Restaurante but he doesn't drink at all except to sample maybe, he has over 30 beers on tap and knows what he is doing there for his customers. His right side is still paralyzed. 

Ugh...that is horrible.  Small dogs + bones are usually a recipe for health issues.  If you want to give your dog a treat from scraps.  The white keel bone in the breast is good, also the white joints.  Its all basically cartilage.  Uncooked femur bones with the marrow are good.  Too big to swallow and the marrow will keep them busy for hours.  

Brody is beyond reproach.

Sorry for the loss of a pooch.