Last night we heard a rustling noise and went to investigate. Ike had gotten into a bag of Ritz chips. He’d pulled off the Twixit clip holding it shut and just went to town. Kea joined in on the feast and we had a couple of salty little dogs on our hands!
Bless Your Heart
Living out loud in the Carolinas
2 responses to “Salty Dog”
Bah hah! Once Oscar jumped up on my chair and helped himself to my blt sandwhich… but left the lettuce behind.
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Heee heee! They are so clever.
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