Ruh-roh! Day 7 and water still coming out of the sky. Somebody should fix that leak. I be lying if I said we weren’t going a little stir-crazy, but it’s probably rougher on the humans since they aren’t inclined to flop down onto the floor and curl up next to the fire. More space 4 me.
The one thing that they like to do is prep food – for them, not us – and if there’s a sure-fire remedy for the rainy day blues, raclette has got to be it. We even went to Ikea for pickled herring things and reindeer cold cuts, but all I got to taste were the leftover broccoli bits.
Raclette may be a swiss invention, but a french company figured that packaged precut slices would spell success in italian supermarkets. It means diddly squat to me but if they start peddling raclette-flavored kibble, I be the first to bark about it.
Rainy days and being stuck indoors go hand in hand with watching the tube. We never miss an episode of Pawn Stars – Chumlee is the homeboy of international daytime tv. Everybody ruvs an underdog!