After chomping down on the food, and crunching and munching and moving all around the bowl cos it was so good, we all finish and look up at our momma. "More gravy please............" and Momma looks in each of our bowls and everything has been licked clean EXCEPT that one little flea pill ...........sitting all alone in our bowl!!!!!!! Our mom said really bad words, like baby piper does, and picked up our pill and wrapped it all up in cheese and gaves them to us.
Yummy for our tummy, we licked all around on our cheeseball and licked and nibbled and when we finished all the cheese was gone, EXCEPT our flea pill. Boy mom aren't you proud of us for winning this game you are playing wif us!!!!!
By that time Dad had gotten home from his flagger job, where he has to stand in the road and direct traffic, and watch everyone text and talk on their phone, and probably flatten him, if he didn't jump out of the way 100 times a day. He loves his job though, maybe it is his sense of danger..............um...........
So he tells Mom after he tells her he loves her and mushy stuff and he pats our heads and scritches our bellies, that Mom needs to hide it in his supper.
WELL, Mom is picky about our food and watches grease and fings like that but by this time she is worried the damn (her words) pills is going to dissolve, and "those damn (her words) things are so damn (her words) expensive!!!"................so she puts some bits of barbecued sauce wif chicken and a little oil all overs all pills, IT ONLY TOOK HER THREE TRIES but we finally ate them for hers.
Yes, folks, who is in charge at our house!!!!! QUIET!
Have a good weekend, we will not be back until Tuesday, Grandma's surgery is Monday.