That man I married made pancakes for Aleah and I Saturday morning. Unfortunately he made too many, so he threw the extras outside for the birds. Unfortunately for the birds, the bulldogge discovered them first. Cain’s eyes lit up like Christmas bulbs when he discovered that, like manna from Heaven, pancakes had suddenly appeared around the base of the bird bath.
It only took two trips outside for Cain to find and eat all the pancakes. Yet he continues to sit at the back door and whine to go outside every hour on the hour, hoping that the Pancake Fairy has again visited his home and left some carb goodness in the back yard.
There is no reasoning with a bulldogge when buckwheat treaties are involved.
