I have a problem, and that problem is baked goods. If there are baked goods cooling on the dining room table, I will attempt to eat them. Jake and Bridget seem to keep forgetting this. But I am ever hopeful, ever vigilant.
And today, I won!
I got some shortcake! It was awesome. Bridget screamed. But I didn't stop.
I am the master of the baked goods. No one can stop me.
Yes, I will pull down the tablecloth if I have to. Yes, I will eat until I make myself ill.
But Jake, as long as you keep baking, I will keep attempting, by any means necessary, to eat your baked goods. Bring on your cookies. Bring on the breads. I will eat them. All.
Oh, also, yesterday, the whole family went over to Sue's condo building where they had this awesome Dog-a-palooza event, with proceeds to benefit my good friends at the Lowell Humane Society. It was amazing. I got SO MANY treats. I also got my toenails clipped, which wasn't awesome, except for the fact that I got lots of treats.
All their treats are belong to me.