Here lately, we've been cooking in the shop. Today was chili dogs, by request, but Belle stepped it up a notch. The buns were flattened by roller ad brushed with garlic butter before being toasted on the griddle, the franks (Ball Park, of course) were split in half and grilled alongside the buns with onions, also saude'd in that same garlic butter. Of course, everything was covered in grated cheese and good chili. But, that's not what we're here to talk about.
After lunch, we repair to the conversation area in the shop, a nice circle of comfortable seating, where we discuss the week past ad the week ahead with family. I happened to notice the dawg napping, He had snarfed his ration of chili dog and decided that a nap was in order.
He looks like he's in great distress, doesn't he? Yeah, there's a cord in that photo, but it is not hooked to his sweater. That's a random USB cord the kids use to charge devices.
So, just so y'all know, the dawg is doing well, and he's still hanging out with us. I swear, he's a Democrat. He doesn't work, he loves handouts, and he naps constantly in very comfortable places, but he does it all like he's extremely put-upon.