Sunday Morning Dawg

We had a party at the house today, celebrating my lady's mother. We toasted her 89th birthday and three generations came to the manse. Lots of family, food and love. The dog, of course, had plenty of people to play with and plenty of food to grub.



Here he's trying to cage a snack from the boys. Lots of food on the table, brisket, pulled pork, beans, tater salad, two green salads, rolls, and side dishes galore.



Here, he's learned to climb on the rattan table, hoping for leftovers. That is something he's not allowed to do.

He's the Hunting for Grub. Sunday Morning Dawg.