I just let the dog eat an entire ham bone. I mean he literally swallowed the whole bone. It was a little round circle, as found in a ham steak, bigger than a life-saver but smaller than a bagel. Maybe the size of a silver dollar? Somehow, even though the I-told-you-so part of me knew he was going to swallow the whole thing, my emotional brain convinced the strict part of me that he would just gnaw at it instead and leave the undigestible bone part on the floor. Ha. It was gone in 3 seconds.
I fear for my future child. What kind of parent am I going to be? I have just failed yet another mini-pop-quiz on how to be a good parent.
What am I doing up at 6:00am slicing up a ham steak anyway? Good question. I am planning on making a quiche for dinner and since I couldn't sleep thought I'd get started on it ahead of time. I'll post more about the quiche tomorrow.
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There are things more important than eating... I guess?
