TO that was a story worth telling to your grandchildren some day. Very cute! No there weren't any treats involved it was their turn to bring them. THEY never bring any! Ingrates! But yes it usually involves a treat for them, and a beer for me. Did it to get closer to them now you can't go outside or get out of a vehicle and their looking for a handout. Bob always likes to sit at the picinic table with me. I know I've told this story before but when him and I first moved in here he was about 1 or so and we had lived in a small appartment with the only linoleom being in the tiny kitchen. When we got here of course he had explore his new domain. I was unpacking in the other room and heard his feet moving at a high rate of speed yet making no progress I turned and looked in the kitchen just in time to see him sliding across the kitchen floor all 4 legs locked like Tom Cruise in that movie. I swear he was grinning! Then he would come in the livingroom and get a run at it on the carpet and do it again. He was in heaven! He did it 3-4 times and I was laughing and egging him on. I have tears running down my face just remembering that. Man it was funny! He's my boy! He has given me that someone is looking at you feeling too back in my whiskey days. He'd wake me up by standing on my chest and touching me nose with his. Freaked me out many times. Again I think he was grinning. He's a dink! But I have no one to blame but myself. H&R it's always a serious meeting until I break out laughing at them. Gotta love em! I'm feeling sorry for Peatwo, Btwo is constantly nagging at him. There is no doubt where that egg came from. But it's the cutest softest peep peep peep and then trying to get closer. Man it's going to break my heart if something ever happens to them. When I make cin/raisn bread always end up with a pan of rolls too.
Their chillin on a rack and the loaves will be out soon. Smells wonderful. Pickles are next then maybe a nap.
