Our hu-dad finally got around to mowing our field. He started at 6 a.m. Sunday morning, was finished around 11, only got the tractor stuck once (snicker), and got rained on for about 15 minutes. When he got back to the house, we were well rested and ready to go for our adventure. We went to see the hu-dad’s dad (Cheoah’s weekly nursing home visit) and then hiked a trail.
Brace yourself, pups. He claimed that this busy day entitled him to go to downtown Waynesville and have a Nick and Nates pizza with a Highland Brewing Gaelic Ale. The rule is simple – we only get to eat there if the parking space in front of the restaurant (Main Street downtown) is open and the front table in the window is available. So they can watch us. Sunday night, the space was there, so they parked, got out, and went inside.
HEY. WAIT A MINUTE. That means they plan to leave us in the car while the humans go eat pizza and drink beer. In the window right in front of us. Before we have been fed. We are convinced this is dog abuse. So they can see us and make sure we are safe – blah, blah, blah. Where is the pizza?