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Okay, I could kill George a little less
Had a talk with George, who got up around 5 pm. Turns out the stew was on the counter from 10 AM to 3 pm, not 10 pm to 3 pm. I'm still pretty sure I'm not willing to eat it, but George is going to have a go of it. :-/
Emmie came up to sit with us while we were reading the paper on the couch, and I took the opportunity to take off the Elizabethan collar for about 15 minutes. Such grooming and scratching as you never did see! Poor little girl... I was sorry to have to put the collar back on her again, but we can't trust her not to lick/bite at the staples in her butt.
Time to do step exercise, then do flats on those European graphic novel samples.
Emmie came up to sit with us while we were reading the paper on the couch, and I took the opportunity to take off the Elizabethan collar for about 15 minutes. Such grooming and scratching as you never did see! Poor little girl... I was sorry to have to put the collar back on her again, but we can't trust her not to lick/bite at the staples in her butt.
Time to do step exercise, then do flats on those European graphic novel samples.
five hours? No sweat.
In the humble home kitchen, five hours is NOTHING for a beef stew IMHO. Heat it up hot hot and give it a try. I've eaten any amount of my own cooking left out overnight, (stews and spaghetti sauce and suchlike) and haven't succumbed yet. YMMV, but not much, I'll warrant.
Boots
~sings~ "I'm still standin', woh, woh, woh....!!"