It’s not that I’m out of recipes.
And if this little troll-haired crazy mutt doesn’t inspire you then I just don’t know what will.
This is Arnie, my parent’s dog (p.s. I consider him mine, but for reference purposes we’ll call him my parents’ dog). He’s a lean, mean, 20 lbs of terrier fury with an attitude to rival any cat I’ve ever met.
Basically he’s incredible.
When we were in Oklahoma for Papa’s funeral my parents brought Arnie along to stay with our amazing family friends we stayed with.
Here’s what you should know though: he’s more than obsessed with my dad. It’s completely endearing how there was a minor freak-out every time we left, and an even bigger one when we returned.
The last night we were there Salah and Arnie were a’ wrasslin’ on the floor and Nate snapped these pictures of him.
OK, fine, that’s a Chuck Norris joke that I changed to Arnie’s name.
Did I mention I used to go to church with Chuck Norris?
That’s another story for another time.