Since I’ve been somewhat housebound these past 7 weeks, much of the shopping has been left to Devoted Spouse. Now don’t get the wrong idea here…Devoted Spouse is a very good shopper. He prepares a list and usually buys just what is on the list, not being one to give in to those artfully arranged goodie sections at the end of the aisles. I, on the other hand, relish the odd treasure found while perusing the more mundane items needed.
It dawned on me the other day that the one member of the household who hasn’t had much brought home in the way of treasure lately is EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer. In fact, her toy box is almost bare. She has a few craggy sterilized bones (the kind you stuff with peanut butter), one of those stringy dental floss-type pull toys, and two really dead tennis balls (they’ve been left outside in the cold and so now instead of bouncing they just thud to the floor). Poor puppy girl.
Yesterday, Devoted Spouse ran errands and he brought home for EmmaLou two brand new Nylabones. She loves Nylabones — she can chew on them for months on end, get the wonderful flavors (these are chicken) but the bone is so sturdy that she doesn’t destroy it, nor does she swallow any of it, because these things are virtually indestructible they don’t break apart.And that’s when it hit me. Here is the answer to the dieting discussions — we don’t need to lose weight — we don’t need to gain height. We need our own Nylabones but flavored like Chocolate Chip Cookies, or Frozen Margaritas. And, the pseudo-food engineers would have to make these Nylabones resemble food, too, to make it more believable. Imagine yourself in the evening…you’ve already eaten dinner…but there’s that nagging feeling that you just want a little something to snack on while you watch another painful episode of American Idol. Have a Nylacookie. All the satisfaction and none of the calories.
I think I’m on to something here.