(Im talking about the dog..)
Because she did this.......
I was washing up in the kitchen, watching her having a hoot of a time on the lawn with a "toy" and something inside me went on red alert. I gasped, which got the attention of my family and flung myself outside yelling 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!' (I may have called her a bitch or something similar too.... ) The family came running, thinking the worst so I guess their lack of sympathy when I held up the measuring cup is probably quite normal in the scheme of things..
You are probably thinking Im some crazy loony but this vintage Tupperware measuring cup holds quite a lot of significance in my life.., well it did... The set of these as well as many other awesome things around my home were once owned by my mum and I hang onto it all with dear life! Its the memories of childhood cooking and family 'kitcheness' - if thats even a word -, its the connection to her that I refuse to let go of. Its that familiarity that I miss so terribly. I get a lot of comfort using her 'stuff' so to see my big, dopey Lab feasting on something so special, well I lost it! Lets just say, if she has the balls to chew on something ever again, shes more gutsy than I ever thought! I wont hold my breath though... she is a Lab after all!