Some bread and lots of dumbass dogpoop

So the yeast relationship is developing well.  Yesterday, I produced my first wild-yeast sourdough bread after 14 hours of courting.  There was the kneading and the waiting, the cooling off period and the time it played hard to get (when I tried to put it in the oven without a baker's peel to move it from the counter to the hot baking stone without losing its shape, I used an old co-op preschool placemat which was laminated over the 3 year old faces.)

My bread came out bloody delicious.  It has a lovely hollow ring to it, a great crust, moist and even centre and a slight sourdough tang.  It is perfect with salted butter, wickeder than perfect with camembert and homemade cherry preserve.

RECIPE:  From Macrina Bakery Cookbook

My yeast friends!

Due to beginner's mis-timing, the bread came out of the oven at 10.45pm and so it wasn't really ideal for breakfast.  I am still pleased and forcing it on everyone.  I say "isn't my bread delicious?"

Wren says "did you kill the yeast pet?"  I have been calling my yeast culture a "pet" as I feed it daily with some enthusiasm.

I say "no, I picked some of its apples" although that is not a realistic analogy for the biology involved.  It was easier to explain than "it had 100 000 brothers and I only killed half of them."

Frost said "when I ate your bread for lunch I thought is this bread from a store?  It is SO DELICIOUS.  Your bread is now my favorite snack!"

Frost has always been a charmer.  He knows how to please.

Before you read the next section you have to see
our dog Beezle so you know how cute he was an how we
let him be such a crappy crapper.

The Thief
The thief has nothing to do with me.  Its Joshua's dog.  [Ever notice how beloved things become someone else's problem when they are one?  Well, I think that its Joshua's part of Beezle that is now a troubled child.]

Beezle continues to have problems understanding where we want him to poop and pee.  Our plan is that he poops and pees outside on the grass 90% of the time and if he cannot get out in time (due to being left inside overnight or while we are out) he can pee on the thoughtfully placed piddle pads in the bathroom.

Beezle believes that we want him to pee and poop outside first thing in the morning, in the bathroom (whether or not a piddle pad is thoughtfully provided) and on plush surfaces (preferably around tables) if one is available any time.

Tonight, Josh stood in a poop in the den downstairs and walked it around the carpet a bit.  I discovered a crop of pee in the living room after Frost asked why the room "smells spicy and fruity."  He also pee-ed on the bathroom floor but missed the mat nearby.

On Sunday, I took him to University Village - the high end shopping precinct which is pretty dog friendly (to cater to the eccentricity of the affluent) and we went to Storables.  As soon as we crossed from the wooden floor to the carpet, Beezle squatted to poop!

I was mortified.

I carried him in the store for 10 minutes, unwilling to check if poop was hanging out or I had caught it in time.  Wren kept opining to all staff and other customers who caught his eye:

"Our dog is a DACHSHUND called BEEZLE, he is 8 MONTHS OLD. He is a CHOCOLATE TAN DAPPLE.   He LIKES TO POOP and PEE ON CARPET!"

Today, he added:

"WHEN HE IS PARALYZED he can't POOP or PEE anymore.  It won't come out so you have to SQUEEZE HIS SIDES to make the POOP come out."

Nobody at Daly's Home Decoration knew what to make of this pronouncement although the shop assistant kindly mouthed reassuring things at me.

This addendum came from us giving Wren dire explanations of what could happen to a dachshund if its back was broken due to careless handling.  He seemed fascinated, not unduly disturbed.

Anyway, the thief part doesn't come from a reference to Beezle stealing my sanity with his dumbass toileting but due to his obsession with chicken poop.

Wren's preschool has free-range chickens.  Beezle loves to eat chicken poop!  For god's sake where is Natural Selection when you need it?   He doesn't get sick, we all just get grossed out.

Well, over the weekend I fertilized our lawn with natural organic fertilizer with a chicken poop ingredient. In Beezle's mind it is as if I sprinkled the entire lawn with bacon bits.  He can't go and "do it" or "hurry up" (our euphemisms for toilet behaviours) out there anymore.  It would be like 'going' on a pizza.  Instead of peeing he just walks around with his nose in the grass trying to shovel up granules of organic fertilizer.

And he won't eat the gourmet raw diet I bought him for $17.99 a bag.

So, that's my complaint of the day. But the yeast worked.  My advice is if you are considering getting a pet, get a sourdough culture.  It froths kindly at you, eats only a bit of flour daily and if you want to go on holiday you can eat your pet before you leave.