Saturday, June 12, 2010

Wieners Experiment (& the weirdness that is my house)



I use cheap chicken wieners to train our dogs. For example, when out for a walk, I carry slices of wieners and when we pass other dogs, especially little dogs, I give Big Dog Jake a slice, unless he acts out and then he gets a No! Little Psycho Girl Maggie gets a slice, too, because she now expects it when we pass those dogs *laugh* Big Dog Jake gets all huffy if a little dog lunges at him and since he is HUGE and has BIG FAT TEETH and doesn’t realize his own strength and ferocity of those teeth, I am training him that when he acts polite, no matter how the other dog acts, he gets a wiener slice. These slices are kept wrapped in a paper towel that I keep in my pocket or hold in my hand.


So, one day I reached into a pocket of my jacket and found an at first unidentified hard dark colored thing. It took me a while to recognize it for what it was: a dried up wiener slice, and I identified it -- by smell! That made my mind to go whirr whirr whirr.


So, I stuck a wiener slice on the inside of the window sill. Later, that wiener slice was gone. I asked GMR, “Did you remove a wiener slice from the window sill?” (Yes, in my house, living with me, those kinds of questions are asked). He answered, “Um, yeah . . .” careful now, he is thinking, “I thought it had just kind of fell or jumped up there or something . . . um . . .” GMR’s looking confused now, thinking, Is this a trick? What's the Right Answer to this puzzle that is my wife? I said, “I put it there; I was doing an experiment.” GMR: “Oh . . . okay . . .” and because he is used to his wife’s craziness and weirdness he didn’t even ask, What experiment? or maybe unlike ME, he just doesn’t care or isn’t interested in the intricacies and mysteries and wonders of Life! And Wiener Slices! Annnywayyy . . .


I cut another wiener slice and put it on the sill, this time sure that GMR would leave it alone. Days passed. I forgot about it until I glanced up and saw my slice. It had turned darker, and more rubbier—but here is the thing! It still smelled the same! It still smelled like the same wiener slice it had smelled of when I took it out of the package.


Now, my friends, we all know that if you put a piece of meat, or egg, or spill some milk, or any protein like that on a windowsill, and it sits there in the heat and open elements, it is NOT going to smell like it smelled fresh from the fridge—it is going to stink to high-heaven. Not so with the wiener. That wiener still kept its bouquet of Wiener days after, and then, two days after that, as the wiener slice sat on the counter (GMR must have passed it soooo many times and dared not move it from the spot in case there was some existential reason his wife put it there, some mad writer thing that made her keep a wiener slice on the windowsill and then the counter . . .) and it still smells the same: like wiener!


Why would we eat such things? Such things that do not decompose? But instead stay near the same, but even worse, become harder and darker and rubbier even though they still SMELL like they were when fresh—that would be in our stomachs! Eyeww! Of course, even though I am a Flexitarian (you can ask if you don't know what this is), I now have the urge for a big honking hot dog with plenty of onions, mustard, and hot dog chili—huhn.


So, next time you eat a wiener, you can think of this post. Fourth of July is coming—so…yeah…remember remember remember - teeheehee.


PS – As I photographed my wiener, GMR asked in amazement, “Don’t tell me you’re going to blog about that dead wiener?” Um . . . Do you even KNOW me, GMR? Do you even KNOW me?

Next up in this Mad House--"Mr. Shitter's Head" . . .




12 comments:

Diane said...

There are LOTS of things we shouldn't eat but we do.... Trouble I tell ya. I'd do the weiner post too :O)

Doreen said...

you are just way too funny! must be a hoot living with you.

Karen said...

Kathryn.....lol....lol. What a hoot! Say, could those be like "dried" wieners, that don't spoil? Wonder if it would be bad for the dogs? I used hotdogs too for Major, but his stomach is "Mr. Sensitive." sigh....

I'm not gonna even ask about the skull....smile...

Analisa said...

Too funny especially since I have been on a serious hotdog and beans kick. LOL

Sandra Leigh said...

All my wienerly suspicions are confirmed by your experiment, Kathryn.

A dear friend of mine serves hot dogs for dinner every couple of weeks, but at her house they're called "maycontains". I'm afraid that, although I too am a flexetarian (Thank you so much for the term!), I'm no longer quite that flexible. I must be getting old. I'll stick to veggieburgers.

Angie Ledbetter said...

Oh MY! If you'd have poured a little stomach acid on the wiener, it mighta decomposed a bit faster! :) LOL.......only you!!

Walker said...

So basically you are turning your dogs into wiener dogs.

Oh and yes I did.
I buy a lot of used books and found it in one.
I dated a lot of others ex wives but i never found one there

grrl + dog said...

don't tell me its the ghost dog's skull??

So good to know your partner is hip to the wiener.

Mine has the best catch-all phrase, that gets him out of every delimma.

He simply says, "ohh, baby."

works every time.

Jessica Nelson said...

Oh gosh. Thanks a lot Kathryn. LOL Now I'm going to always think of the never-decomposing weiner. Heehee!

Eryl Shields said...

I have never knowingly eaten a weiner but I think, now, I'll be on the alert so I can make sure I never unknowingly eat one too.

GMR sounds cool, it sounds rather confusing living with you!

Shrinky said...

Is the skull an example of what happens when you OD on weiner's? Too funny, and um, kinda' worrisome, too..

Glynis said...

Oh, my you made me smile, just when I needed it! A wonderful post. I just love that your man never questioned you over it. :)