I’m standing in the kitchen cooking dinner.

Wait….why am I always the one cooking dinner?  Nevermind….don’t answer that.

I holler to the rest of the house:  “Dinner’s almost ready!”

Immediately, eight feet come running to into the kitchen, eagerly awaiting to see what wonderful concoction I have created, eyes trained on the pots, and quivering with anticipation.

Honey – the “High Maintenance Puppy”

Gomer – aka “Fatboy”

 

 

“No!  I didn’t call puppies to dinner!”

I look at them….. “At least you guys appreciate my cooking.”

Hun answers from the laundry room, “That’s not saying much….Gomer eats his poop!”

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