Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Yesterday the Big Guy had made that Seafood Alfredo just like he said he was going to. Athough he also said that he was disappointed at the same time. It wasn't thick and creme like. It was more soup like.
The Big Guy figured, it must be the liquid that is in the seafood that made it more soup like.
The Big Guy can't have a lot of seafood. It's bad for his gout. Same with green vegetables. He is not allowed a lot of that either. Essentially no salads. But every so often, Tonya feels that a salad is good for him.
But it really isn't. It's a damned if you do and damned if you don't for the Big Guy.
She says that it's good for him. But he can get gout from him. So she says, just a little.
Gout "light" doesn't exist.
Perhaps next time she wants to feed him some salad, he could ask her, lift your foot, I'm going to gently wack your ankle with this hammer. Yes, it's going to hurt, but it's good for you.
The Big Guy says, have all the salads you want. Just don't feed any of it to him.
Today, the Big Guy is making some chicken drumsticks. They have some potatoe salad and cole slaw that they have to use up.
I have to go pee, but it's also raining out, rather hard. I've got no desire to get my fur wet.
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Bye bye fur now
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