Today I called a fancy-schmancy butcher shop and asked if they have any dog bones available. He said they did and asked my name, so after work I went.
He'd said there were beef knee joints, but there were not. So, he grabbed a beef ribcage and carved out the prime rib for his counter and gave me about 12 pieces of ribs for a ridiculously low price and thanked me for coming in. I swear he always undercharges me.
So, the Zigster (what my co-worker calls her) got one of those pieces today (the rest are in the freezer, to be doled out judiciously) and she is so delighted. She overheated and came in to share her gratitude until she goes back outside to it, and it makes me happy to see her happy.
He'd said there were beef knee joints, but there were not. So, he grabbed a beef ribcage and carved out the prime rib for his counter and gave me about 12 pieces of ribs for a ridiculously low price and thanked me for coming in. I swear he always undercharges me.
So, the Zigster (what my co-worker calls her) got one of those pieces today (the rest are in the freezer, to be doled out judiciously) and she is so delighted. She overheated and came in to share her gratitude until she goes back outside to it, and it makes me happy to see her happy.
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