BBQ

Dad has spent the last two days over at our friend KC’s house. I got to go along so no worries there, but I did wonder what he was up to. Spending so much time together, they spent hours in the kitchen arguing and tasting and arguing some more. What could it be?

This is DeeDee. Remember her? She is the sister of Fritz who passed away. She’s had Parvo not once but twice, and the kind of mange that is spread from mama to babies. She’s had it pretty tough. But now she’s got a clean bill of health (yes, she’s a STRONG girl!) so we thought we’d get in a little stick action while the humans had us locked outside.

Uh, it’s MY stick, I don’t care how cute that Boxer face is… so what exactly ARE the humans doing?

BARBECUE!!!! Ohmydog, look at that plate full of yummy meat. I could be a very good dog if you’d give me some of that…

Yummo yummo yummo. Southern barbecue. Spare ribs, chicken, pulled pork… heck, even the beans and potato salad look good. Can I have some dad, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?

Fine. I understand that we’re in front of other people. You can’t be seen giving food off of your plate to the dog. It’s ok. I’m just going to look off into the other direction, pretending not to notice anything, and if a piece or two just happen to fall onto the ground be rest assured that I’ll take care of that for ya quickly so no one sees…