I take supplements
I have to...
my son works at Super Supplements.
He loads us up every couple of weeks.
Things I've never even heard of.
For every body part and function.
Every morning, Russell and I
dutifully walk into the kitchen...
open all our little bottles...
and start popping pills.
Takes like 30 minutes!
(Well, it feels like it, anyway)
And I think I feel better...
Or maybe I just feel better
cause I know I'm taking things
that are good for me...
(like grass, sticks and gravel...)
you know, a psychosomatic thing.
Either way, I do feel better.
I'm glad that my kids worry about my health
and want me to be healthy.
He probably just doesn't want to
take care of me when I get old and sickly.
So, this is like a preventative thing.
Keep me healthy as long as possible...
BEFORE THEY STICK ME IN A HOME!
(I'm yelling, in case you can't tell)
He even brought Strider some
'good for you treats'.
Now, Strider will eat anything.
Well, except celery. He hates celery.
You throw it to him, he catches it,
and once he realizes what it is
he drops it to the floor, never to acknowledge it again.
He'll even eat ice cubes.
But not celery.
We have found something else he doesn't like.
He caught it, dropped it,
...stared at it...
Then, looked at us like,
"WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS?"
"Try it Stridies, it's good AND good for you!"
"If we have to take this stuff, Strider,
then so do you! NOW EAT IT!"
I have to admit I have never seen strider
so close to food without losing himself
in a moment of sheer pleasure.
I think this was more like sheer disgust.
We love you anyway, Al!
Not sure about Strider,
you'll have to ask him yourself!