I will no longer be updating Iron Guide (see below). Instead, I am now writing at my new, personal blog. Though that will be about some of the newer things I'm doing in life, if you want to see updates about Louie, Lester, and now Dusky, add me on Facebook -- there's enough ridiculously cute pictures to go around.

Sigh. I just baked doggie treats into my track pants.

As normal, Lester and I went out for our morning walk. Hoping to practice food-induced recall/come on a long line (basically a twenty-five foot leash) in a more challenging area, I pocketed a couple dozen pieces of kibble. The usual tennis court romp and walk went well, and even food-recall practice went well. Lester ignored a huge flock of honking geese and came running, straight to me. Twice. We had practiced "come" a few times before that, so, wanting to end on a positive note, we went home after the geese.

It was raining (surprise surprise), so, at home, I toweled off Lester, peeled off my drenched clothes and tossed them in the dryer.

Twenty minutes later, something clicked. I. FORGOT. THE. KIBBLE. I ran to the dryer and yanked out my track pants. Where's the kibble? Peering into the dryer, I saw that it had all fallen out and been rolling around in the dryer the whole time. Sigh. The whole thing reeked of kibble. The pants. The sweatshirt. Even my boxers! And the dryer!

Getting out of my laundry room, looking back, I saw Lester nervously licking my pants. "It looks like kibble... it even tastes like kibble, but... it doesn't look like kibble. It looks like Kushal's pants. I'm supposed to eat kibble. Definitely not supposed to eat Kushal's pants. Am I supposed to eat this? I'M SO CONFUSED!" Normally, even thinking of eating the alpha male's clothes is a crime punishable by immediate banishment to the tie-down, but his confused expression looked so funny I couldn't stop laughing.

A normal wash should get the smell out, I figure. Of course, I imagine this is a bit of a first. I mean, what, someone baked a lemon tart into their dress shirt and now wants to wash it out? I can't exactly imagine this being a common problem. =P

Not quite sure what to do about the dryer though. No matter how well I wash them, if my dryer smells like kibble, it gets the last laugh. Hell, if it sticks around, all my laundry will smell like kibble. I'm just hoping the smell goes away on its own.

If your dog really likes me next time we're in the elevator, you'll know why.

Labels: Lester

Permalink | Written at 1:10 AM | Post a comment | 4 comments | Trackbacks

When I wrote the article about raising Murphy, I included "Empty kibble from pockets before laundering" in a box called "Puppy Tips You Won't Read in the Books" -- and people thought I was just being funny! Too bad they don't know the truth!
Permalink   | Posted by  Angie at March 20, 2007 6:49 PM

I laughed at this yesterday, then this morning I woke up only to see my mom had put my jeans from yesterday in the wash...okay right? No- I had left un eaten kibble in my pocket to put away...I now have Kibble-Baked Jeans.
Permalink   | Posted by  M*Dogs at March 21, 2007 2:13 PM

Sadly I think that this is an all too common happening to us puppy raisers. lol. I did not do track pants or jeans it was my hoodie and my raiser jacket.
Permalink   | Posted by  The Puppy Raising Roller Coaster at March 22, 2007 7:01 PM

hahaha i've lost track of the amount of times i've kibble-baked an entire load of laundry to my family's displeasure :P
Permalink   | Posted by  Natalie at March 27, 2007 7:20 PM