Boofle the "Foodie"

Most people have no idea what I like to eat.
In fact, most people think I don't eat. They say, "Oh Boofle doesn't eat anything. He is only a stuffed dog!"
Wrong.
Well, half wrong.
I am a dog. But I am not quite sure what they mean by "stuffed"? How can I be "stuffed" if I don't eat?
Anyway, I DO eat.
In fact, I love to eat.
I guess I am what you call a "foodie."
A foodie is someone who likes to try different foods and really gets into their texture, flavor and consistency. They like to rate foods on scales of 1 to 10. They like to savor flavors, swirl beverages around in their mouths and nibble on fine delicacies. They sniff and lick.
I like to sniff and lick. It's not usually food, but I am a very good sniffer and licker! I have to admit, I don't do the mouth swirling thing very well. My tongue gets in the way and I usually just end up drooling all over myself. I can rate foods though! I once had this older woman outside of Walmart offer me a handful of Dog Chow. I felt bad saying no, so I took one kibble and then spit it out on to the pavement as I walked away. Some crow swooped down and gobbled it up. Poor thing. I would rate that kibble as a NEGATIVE 100. Yuck!

This other time, I was hiding under a table at an Italian cafe and a scrap of chicken fell right into my lap. I swear this chicken tasted like filet mignon. It.It was moist and delicious and tender and I almost fell into a trance right there under the table. The two ladies who were enjoying dinner above me didn't see me, but one accidentally kicked me and it brought me out of my food haze. Thank God she was wearing Adidas running shoes and not cowboy boots or she would have broken my rib. Anyway, that chicken I would rate a 10. I would give it more points, but foodies know you have to stick to the rating scale of 1 through 10. Unless you're eating day old kibble out of a woman's hand outside of Walmart.

As a foodie, I enjoy foods from a variety of cultures. My favorite is Mexican food. I love how you can just wrap a tortilla around cheese and beans and rice and then give it a different name depending on how you fold it. It's all good to me. I carry around a little tiny jar of Cholula just in case I run into a taco stand I can't resist.


I also like Thai food.  Pad Thai is my favorite. I usually get it with chicken, but I also like the shrimp.  The only probably with the shrimp is that if you don't finish it all and take it to go, it doesn't taste as good the next day. It seems to get "fishier" over night.  One morning I had leftover Shrimp Pad Thai and I swear it smelled like I had just scraped it out of the bottom of a ancient fishing boat. It was pretty stinky. It smelled a little bit like Fluffy's breath. She's the cat who lives next door to me who eats tuna for breakfast.

I also like Italian food, but I am not really into pasta.  I mainly go for the wine and the tapas. I am not exactly sure what the word "tapas" means but I think it means "YUMMY." It's the food you get before you get your food. You know, like hors d'oeuvres? I love how you have food before you have food. I wonder what kind of wine they serve before the wine? Maybe I should ask the next time I am at an Italian restaurant.

Well, I better go. I have a reservation at a fancy restaurant tonight. Hot date. There's going to be live music, candles, wooden tables and these great big crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. If I have too much wine, you may find me swinging from one!  Woohooooooooooooooooooooo! Look at me! I'm Booooooooofle the Foooooooodie! 

Eat up my friends!

Love,
Boofle

Lovesick

Sorry folks, I know I have been a little bit off the radar. I've been sick. 

No! Don't worry. Not the measles or anything. 
I steered clear of that even though I WAS at Disneyland when the whole Measles thing was going around. I was there visiting Goofy, a long time friend of mine. He hasn't gotten the measles either, thankfully, but he does get a bad case of the giggles sometimes. 
It isn't the measles or the flu bug that got me.
It's the LOVE BUG! I'm lovesick! I told you in an earlier blog that I met someone on my vacation.Well, we are still going strong. Or steady. Or out. Or together. What is it you humans call it?Anyway, we are head over paws in love. We're both LOVESICK.

And it feels good to be sick!


Doesn't that sound funny? To say being sick feels good? I bet that would make Goofy laugh. In fact, I know it would. He would laugh so hard that his belly would shake and his eyes would water. Then he would have a hard time seeing his way around Disneyland and that could be dangerous. One time, he giggled his way right off the sidewalk and into the lake near Frontierland.  The riverboat would have run him over, but Minnie jumped in and fished him out. She wasn't happy about it. She doesn't like getting her hair wet and she had water in one ear for a week.
I know it sounds funny, but it's true. It feels good to be sick!
Being sick in love is not like having the measles. I mean, even though you do feel kind of hot, sometimes you get the chills, and you don't always sleep well at night---there is no pain or itchiness. Well, I guess there can be itchiness. When I went to Disneyland to visit Goofy, I stayed in this cheap hotel near the park instead of at the Disneland hotel, and I came down with a bad case of the bed bugs. Wow, was that itchy! But this is in NO WAY related to my new love. My new love doesn't make me itch, except if you count when I am 'itching to see her!' My new love makes me feel INCREDIBLE. She's sweet, adorable, fun and we have so much in common. We both consider ourselves very blessed! We don't say we feel 'lucky' because we don't believe in luck.Why don't we believe in luck?  Is it because we believe in destiny? Fate? True love? In 'meant to be'? Yes, but it is also because we have done a lot of lottery Scratchers together and we never win.

So...my lovely friends and followers, I apologize if my postings here are going to be sporadic. I will do my best to check in with you as much as I can, but please excuse me if I don't write something as often as I would like. It doesn't mean I don't think of you or appreciate you. I do want you to be able to keep up on your favorite Boofle adventures. Just please bear with me while I am sick. OK, maybe not 'bear' with me - I am a canine after all--maybe I should I say we're just going to have to 'dog' it out? Oh, I don't know, I can't think straight. I'm sick remember?

Until next time, my friends, may your step be light and your only sickness be love sickness!

Love,

Boofle