Monday, May 6, 2013

Lessons on morality from Payne.

Last night, the kids were eating a dinner of leftovers, which included the remains of a pot of macaroni and cheese. 

As I finished doing the dishes, I glanced over to see Payne leaning intently over his plate (now bereft of his favorite food in the whole wide world) and speaking earnestly to Genevieve:

"Gee-vive, you got to give me your macawoni and cheese. You got to do the wight ding. Put it on my pwate."

Genevieve, swayed by his moving oratory, thoughtfully handed over a gooey fistful.

Payne hoovered it up before it even had a chance to decompress.

In other amusing news, I caught G in dead dog position this morning, for the first time in over a year.
Ethel came in to award points for accuracy of form. G got an eight out of ten, because dachshunds don't hug taggie blankets, even post mortem.

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