Post by jenn on Feb 6, 2023 14:14:31 GMT
We tell this joke to guests to ensure they balk at eating with us early on if this is an issue for them.
German tourists were tired and lost in a rural area, I'm from Pgh, PA so we'll call it West Virginia. They stopped at an old shack and asked for help. The good wife saw their plight, brought them in and had them sit down and brought out coffee and food for them. The German couple looked around anxiously at the chickens running through the kitchen etc. and the good wife said "Don't you worry none! All our dishes are soap and water clean!" Relieved, the tourists quenched their thirst and hunger. After they finished the meal the good wife set the dishes on the floor and her man called "Soap! Water!" and two hounds came in and licked the plates clean.
We have a dishwasher and use it but for 16 years, until Christmas Eve, we had two prewashers called Chloe and Pepper. Every pan, every near empty jar or batter and (nonyeast) dough bowl- like my pancakes this morning- that I didn't lick out myself went on the floor for their hard working tongues. When we lost Chloe the work suffered; Pepper's tongue isn't as long so we often threw away empty Nutella and peanut butter jars THAT STILL HAD SOME IN THE BOTTOM, and I had to presoak, longer, in the sink many more bowls (Chloe would get them spotless). It is easier now- dog saliva is fairly tenacious and needs some scrubbing on those bigger bowls I handwashed to ensure the bowl is squeaky clean- but before there was no waste of food and no prolonged soaking for a thicker layer of dried on dough or batter or cooked on food. I sure miss them and that is when it hits me hardest- every time I rinse some food down the sink or scrub away visible dried or baked on food.
By the way, a dear friend secretly (finally confessed a year later) stuck a wondrous magnet on our dishwasher which we have delighted in ever since. One half says "Dishwasher Clean" and the other says "Dog Licked Them Clean". We'll never stop using it. (Of course we'd told him the joke.)
I've lost 5 dogs in my life, thanks to my sister and dad who took the job of seeing 2 of them to the end when military duties kept me from taking those ones with me. I used to think being an adult was paying bills and having kids. No, no, true maturity is when we have to decide when/ whether to put a dog (or cat) down and never get to believe- as I did briefly as an innocent child- that the dog ran away or went to a farm. As I age I sure hope there's a rainbow bridge. That'll do me more good than any of the people I'll meet in any possible hereafter.
German tourists were tired and lost in a rural area, I'm from Pgh, PA so we'll call it West Virginia. They stopped at an old shack and asked for help. The good wife saw their plight, brought them in and had them sit down and brought out coffee and food for them. The German couple looked around anxiously at the chickens running through the kitchen etc. and the good wife said "Don't you worry none! All our dishes are soap and water clean!" Relieved, the tourists quenched their thirst and hunger. After they finished the meal the good wife set the dishes on the floor and her man called "Soap! Water!" and two hounds came in and licked the plates clean.
We have a dishwasher and use it but for 16 years, until Christmas Eve, we had two prewashers called Chloe and Pepper. Every pan, every near empty jar or batter and (nonyeast) dough bowl- like my pancakes this morning- that I didn't lick out myself went on the floor for their hard working tongues. When we lost Chloe the work suffered; Pepper's tongue isn't as long so we often threw away empty Nutella and peanut butter jars THAT STILL HAD SOME IN THE BOTTOM, and I had to presoak, longer, in the sink many more bowls (Chloe would get them spotless). It is easier now- dog saliva is fairly tenacious and needs some scrubbing on those bigger bowls I handwashed to ensure the bowl is squeaky clean- but before there was no waste of food and no prolonged soaking for a thicker layer of dried on dough or batter or cooked on food. I sure miss them and that is when it hits me hardest- every time I rinse some food down the sink or scrub away visible dried or baked on food.
By the way, a dear friend secretly (finally confessed a year later) stuck a wondrous magnet on our dishwasher which we have delighted in ever since. One half says "Dishwasher Clean" and the other says "Dog Licked Them Clean". We'll never stop using it. (Of course we'd told him the joke.)
I've lost 5 dogs in my life, thanks to my sister and dad who took the job of seeing 2 of them to the end when military duties kept me from taking those ones with me. I used to think being an adult was paying bills and having kids. No, no, true maturity is when we have to decide when/ whether to put a dog (or cat) down and never get to believe- as I did briefly as an innocent child- that the dog ran away or went to a farm. As I age I sure hope there's a rainbow bridge. That'll do me more good than any of the people I'll meet in any possible hereafter.
