Sunday we were at Scott and Liz’s house for a party, and I noticed a bag of oyster crackers sitting open on the counter. I grabbed a handful, threw one in my mouth, and walked back towards the garden where the party was going on. It was dry and harder than I expected, and they were a little bland, but it wasn’t a big deal. A few more chews, though, let out a burst of awful taste (liver, I found out later) that completely overwhelmed my mouth. I doubled back quickly to spit it out in the trash can. Scott’s a foodie, so my conclusion was that they were the kind of cracker only a person with a refined taste would appreciate. I checked the package to see what kind of awful stuff they were serving at this party anyway, and then I was completely horrified.
I found Honey, their springer spaniel, gave her the rest of my handful, and apologized for eating her treats.
Ew, barf.
Kimberly
8 Sep 09 at 2:41 am
that’s so funny – i know that kind of dog treat well, since my dog minnow has those. i’ve always called them “puppy oyster crackers.”
liz
8 Sep 09 at 5:46 am
I just laughed really hard out loud at this. You are hysterical.
Phil
8 Sep 09 at 12:53 pm
So, so an Amber moment.
G.
8 Sep 09 at 5:31 pm
Simply fantastic.
Chad
10 Sep 09 at 11:05 am