And this time, it doesn't involve porn

Last night was one of those idyllic evenings that are only sweeter because it happened unexpectedly in the middle of the work week. I've been scouting some new recipes to try, and I came across Ina Garten's (The Barefoot Contessa's) Roasted Red Pepper and Goat Cheese Sandwiches accompanied by her Fresh Pea Soup. Fanfuckingtastic. Please, do your dear blogger proud and make these recipes stat.

This foray into cuisine heaven was followed by an hour of good conversation with the Bunny, a jog around the neighborhood together, and, finally, some trashy TV.

Here's my confession: Last night, the Bunny and I watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Now, those who know me know that I despise children's movies. That is, unless of course, they are films from my childhood. We'd been told by our parental friends, Jen and Brad, that this flick features a presumably gay talking pug named Sebastian and a German Shepherd former cop dog. Wow, that kind of sounds like two dogs I know:


Tell me there are talking dogs in a movie, and I'm pretty much there. Still, I don't think either one of us was prepared for how much we would enjoy the film. By the end of the movie, Delgado, the German Shepherd, who once was retired from the force for losing his sense of smell, was offered a spot as a detective again. As Delgado went galloping across the field to meet his new cop partner, who had a dog collar with a badge attached waiting in hand, I looked over at my husband to find the same tears streaming down his face as were on mine.

I know it sounds like bullshit that we should be so moved by such a ridiculous film, but I guarantee that the Bunny had the same thought as me: German Shepherds are a herding breed that thrive on having a task to complete. There is still some sense of shame in Dax's face because he can barely walk now, much less patrol like he used to--though he does patrol our living room, sniffing out the cat scent flowing through the floor vents from the feline that resides under our home.

This morning, I went to put the movie in the mailbox to return to Netflix, and the Bunny stopped me. He said, "You know, we might as well hang on to it for a few more days. I mean, someone might want to watch it or something..."