For a very extra special treat to go with our sausages and fresh homemade applesauce last night, Alan went up to Wendy's and got us baked potatoes. I was sitting in my Sunday chair, reading a new Lindsay Sands and enjoying the Nirvana-like experience of potato, butter, sour cream and chives when....
Wham!
A dachshund bomb landed, nose-first, right in the middle of my potato.
Alan shared his second one with me, but it was not the same.....just sayin'.
I know it wasn't nice at the time, but that's funny, right there. :)
ReplyDeleteI know all too well the feeling.
ReplyDeleteWhat a stinker!
ReplyDeleteI love Wendy's baked potatoes.
And those pixes! Looks like a fire storm!
I had to burst out laughing....sorry!
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Rev. Paul....she is such a BAD little dog, and yet somehow we fell in love with her as soon as we brought her home. lol
ReplyDeleteJan, she is something else
Cathy, she is a stinker! I had never tasted them before, but I sure do like them. Pics were yesterday's sunrise, a fleeting ten minutes of amazement. I went out on the sitting porch for it. First time out there in a while. Not at peace enough to enjoy it really.
Linda, It's okay. If it had been anybody's potato but mine I would have laughed too. lol
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