Sunday, July 4
Small, big, bigger
I remembered when we had dinner at Denny's in Orlando on the first ever roadtrip. Lecter was just the size of my hand, a real tiny black bundle he was. Back then, he would lie on my lap, looking suspiciously as the food arrived, not knowing any better the value of it. And when he did, he sat up straight faster than I ever seen him did.
‘No oily food,’ I said. ‘No salty content.’
And he had to be contented with the tiny pieces of lettuces of the main course.
At Key West we had a rare seafood treat, out where the boats were docked side by side and the wind only seemed to blow from one direction. We ordered dolphin meat coz we were curious how it tasted like. Even tho' the Dolphin Conservation Center was less than a hundred mile away from where the restaurant was.
Lecter had grown bigger then, when he loved to stand on his hinds against the dinner table. To hold off his two-front-paws-on-table display, you were pressing down so hard on him, he became flat like a black fish (with fur) on your lap. He only had the lettuces (and a little key lime pie) that day.
When we had our first and only ($6.99) lobster deal (KW), Lecter actually peed on the vintage leather seats in the restaurant when we refused him the meat off our plates. That rascal.
On the way back from NYC, we stopped over at a deserted town where there was absolutely nothing open at 11 pm ... except good ol' 24-hour IHOP. (Ahh ... our favorite restaurant where you discovered what A1 sauce really was. Heh heh.)
By then Lecter’s grown bigger than my two hands combined. We could no longer have him into the restaurant so that he had to stay in the car, out in the chilling weather in the pouring rain.
Poor boy. Guiltily I smuggled him the fries as a treat. Never minding the ‘no oily stuff’ rule.
‘No oily food,’ I said. ‘No salty content.’
And he had to be contented with the tiny pieces of lettuces of the main course.
At Key West we had a rare seafood treat, out where the boats were docked side by side and the wind only seemed to blow from one direction. We ordered dolphin meat coz we were curious how it tasted like. Even tho' the Dolphin Conservation Center was less than a hundred mile away from where the restaurant was.
Lecter had grown bigger then, when he loved to stand on his hinds against the dinner table. To hold off his two-front-paws-on-table display, you were pressing down so hard on him, he became flat like a black fish (with fur) on your lap. He only had the lettuces (and a little key lime pie) that day.
When we had our first and only ($6.99) lobster deal (KW), Lecter actually peed on the vintage leather seats in the restaurant when we refused him the meat off our plates. That rascal.
On the way back from NYC, we stopped over at a deserted town where there was absolutely nothing open at 11 pm ... except good ol' 24-hour IHOP. (Ahh ... our favorite restaurant where you discovered what A1 sauce really was. Heh heh.)
By then Lecter’s grown bigger than my two hands combined. We could no longer have him into the restaurant so that he had to stay in the car, out in the chilling weather in the pouring rain.
Poor boy. Guiltily I smuggled him the fries as a treat. Never minding the ‘no oily stuff’ rule.
1 Comments:
Haha .. Lecter looks so ridiculously small and cute in those photos.. I just wonder why I never felt that way when he was growing up with us. And dolphin meat tastes like sting ray ... and poor Lecter ... always eating the leftover lettuce.
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