Sometimes it's really good to be the dog. Like tonight. Mom had some turkey pot pie filling in the freezer, but didn't want to make a crust. So she heated the pot pie in a skillet, put biscuits on top, and put it in the oven to bake the biscuits.
I watched her every step of the way. I heard Mom and Dad talking about turkey and, hey. I'm Deuce. I know all about turkey because I'm smart. That and my nose told me what Mom had in the skillet.
Mom makes her turkey pot pie filling to be dog-friendly. I think it's just dog delicious.
I know how to behave, too. While Mom and Dad ate, I sat still like the good boy I am and waited. And I waited. And I waited. And I waited. You'd think people could eat faster, but noooo.
Finally, Mom held her plate down for me to finish. We know a lot of people really frown on letting a pup have people food, and a lot of people think it's terrible to let a dog lick a plate.
In my pack, we share. My parents are careful I don't get too much (I'm still svelte!), and Mom says hot water and dishwasher pellets will kill any germs I have.
I have germs??? Seriously???
After dinner, Mom snapped a picture of me going down for a nap. It woke me up for a bit, but then I did go to sleep while Mom wrote this blog for me. I think we're a good team!