We have this joke. Yes, it’s a smidge dark, but it works.
Any time we’re late getting home – past their normal dinnertime – we joke that Emmett’s probably buttering up Newt, throwing on a dash of salt and pepper, and chowing down.
Today, we spent hours stuck at the license branch (why this post is so late… and so short) and got home just after 3 – well before their dinnertime.
But.
We came home to this:
Apparently Emmett skipped the seasonings and stuck her right in the pot!
Happy Friday! 😀
Also! Quick reminder: Tomorrow is the Valentine’s Day photo contest on Facebook. I’ll post the prompt AND unveil the prize here tomorrow with a link to the spot to enter. I can’t wait to see all the lovey photos!
Kitty soup?
Your Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
Emmett’s favorite! 😉
Looks like you got home just in the knick of time! 🙂
Newt. It’s what’s for dinner. 😀
Hahahaha!!! We always joke that when our dogs’ dinner is late that Bruce has probably eaten Faolan.
That’s hilarious, Rebekah! Glad we’re not the only ones! 😉