Finnegan's Happy St. Patrick's Day

Eating Out at Custer's

 

In My Greenies

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, known as St. Padraig's in some areas of the world.

   Finnegan had his Irish steel oats this fine morning and we all lollygagged around.  Finally, the husband and I were starving and had a bored puppy, so of course we went out to eat and then headed to the dog park.  Since he has clearly a Gaelic name, which means little white haired one, we knew it was a day we really had to celebrate big.

   We tried Custer's this time, the place on Thornydale, south of Ina and didn't bother to ask if he could eat with us.  They have a huge patio, shaded with sail cloths and there was only one other couple outside.  The picture on the right, above, is Finn smiling with full teeth - ever hopeful that whatever we are eating will make its way to him.  What a dreamer!  Alright, I give him little tiny bit of plain burger.  The wait staff came out to give us our order and didn't blink an eye, so I guess it was fine.  I love Custer's butter burgers.  They are a Midwest chain that came to Tucson/Marana the last year or two and they have some good food.  The manager and the staff seemed to have been plucked from that area of the country too...they're all really nice and wholesome looking, happy and healthy appearing.

   After, we went to the Doggie Park on Silverbell for some craick, not what you think, it is the Gaelic word for a bit of the fun, and I'm sure now I've got the spelling wrong, but it sounds like c-r-a-c-k.

    It was our second time there, (me and Finn that is) and first time for Gary (my husband).  We thought it would be hot, but it was so very breezy yesterday that it was quite pleasant.

   We immediately met two nice ladies and three dogs.  Finn was fascinated by the tiny Maltese, Oliver, and really wanted to run and chase and play with him, but I guess Oliver was a little overwhelmed by Finn.  However, Oliver's pal and housemate, a bigger dog of cocker spaniel and something else was quite happy to romp and romp they did.  The third dog, a cattle herder type was nice, but about 12 and romped a bit and then pooped out.
  
  Later, Lucky, a corgi welsh mix, kind of big, came in with his owner and him and Finn really hit it off.  Although Lucky is about 6, he was very active and the two of them chased endlessly.  Sometime later, a tiny little Chihuahua and something mix, who was 8, arrived and though he limped and obviously was having hip problems he tried his best to run with the big boys.

  I ran and played with the little and big boys and girls myself, so as to encourage more running and play so as to tire my little one out.

   After about an hour, another parent arrived with two pugs, Rose and someone else, a boy.  Well, Rose was maybe 6 pounds and barely reached Finn's shoulders but she is an Alpha dog and managed to terrify him.  The boy was okay.  But Rose and Finn went around and round with each other and her father told me Rose likes to be chased and therein lies the problem, so does Finn.  So neither could convince the other to follow and run, so they kind of warily circled each other.

   We left and while Gary stayed with Finn in the car, I ran into the supermarket and got the fixings for good old corned beef, cabbage and stuff.  I tried a new recipe at home and the corned beef was seriously horrible and rubbery...should have made it like I normally do.  However, the potatoes, carrots and veggies were great.

   And so we were all passed out by about 8:30 that night.........I know, my life is way too exciting.