They're so deprived - they only had Swedish

One of my favorite Gary stories is the day he came home from work pouting because his frozen Swedish meatball entree 'only had Swedish.' It's become a catch-phrase for when something we expect doesn't happen or is missing (and it amuses rather than frustrates us).

Tonight, the puppies first had to suffer through us eating macaroni and cheese without sharing - not that we've ever shared, but hope springs eternal in little puppy hearts and minds. Then, I had them practice 'lie down' and rewarded them with the peanut butter-flavored heart cookies instead of the Greenies I was also holding in my hand. They both sat there looking at the cookie on the carpet in front of them then up at me, back and forth, pitiful little puppy eyes insisting they 'only had Swedish.'

When I was finally able to stop giggling at them (and at Gary who said I was being a mean mommy making them eat the first treat before they got the second), I asked them to 'shake paws' and rewarded them with their meatballs Greenies.

Then I giggled some more.