Recently my Dad was grilling some ribs on the BBQ and my nose went into overdrive smelling the pure deliciousness. Usually, that's all we get... to savor the fragrance. Somehow, Dad decided that Ruben & I were going to get to gnaw on a couple of rib bones after they were finished with dinner.
Oh my goodness... how do I even describe that experience? Ruben's kind of dainty and didn't quite know how to handle the big ol' bone, but, I figured it out right away. I held it down with one of my paws and went to town and thoroughly enjoyed it for as long as they let us have it. Mmmmm, mmmmmm good.
Last weekend, my Dad tried to leave the house with just Ruben to go to Starbucks. I thought we had an understanding... I'm supposed to be able to go too. Well, let me just say this - I found my super-sonic voice (It's almost like a super power)and I yelped sooooo loud that Mom opened the front door for me. Then, I ran as fast as I could, straight to Dad. Whew! I got to go too. Does that make me a little stinker?
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