Last night we had delicious fried chicken. I finally learned how to make it after 20 years of marriage but I'll tell that story another time. Today we speak of BAD Panda.There were some chicken bones thrown in the garbage. And the cabinet were the garbage sits was shut. All of the sudden, MaryAnn comes into the living room and sits by her kennel but keeps perking her ears towards the kitchen. I can hear the other dogs, but can't quite tell what they are doing.
Tims says "what's that noise going on in the kitchen?" We both get up to look and find BAD Panda and BAD Roxy with their noses in the garbage eating chicken bones. Tim and I both yell at them and both dogs skeedaddle to their respective kennels. MaryAnn was told she was a good dog several times because she cowers when the other dogs get into trouble.
But it's hard to stay mad at Panda for long. Because she is so sweet. And I'm sure Roxy was innocent in all this, she only did it because Panda did.
1 comment:
hard to think that Mary Ann was smart enuff to stay out of the trash! you got some bad dogs! better a dumb dog then a bad dog!
have fun at the fair! in line for jo jo. and maybe you can have one of Kathy's carrot sticks! ha ha ha
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