Our papa is forced to come up with something to put on our kibble every night. We wont eat it plain and we're too skinny as it is. We know he's gonna put the hammer down one day, but we're enjoying it while it lasts. We wont eat the same thing twice in a row, or even twice within 2 days so he has to get pretty creative with whatever is lying around. Tonight he made cranberry-pecan barbeque rice. It was a hit! Princess pretended she wasn't going to eat it, but as soon as she started she couldn't stop! We all licked our bowls clean!
THEN...
Something weird was happening in the 'hood. Lots of odd noises, lots of dogs barking in the distance. We joined in, of course. 'We' not referring to Tank. He pretty rarely barks. There's little to see here, so just close your eyes and let the music penetrate your souls.
