My daughter, who is number two on my list of offspring, has three beautiful sons and one daughter. Landen is five and has just started kindergarten this year. James is three and is a stay at home kid. One morning about a week ago, my daughter prepared a yummy breakfast of waffles for her boys. The boys enjoyed every bite, and “Emma” their young Jack Russell terrier managed to catch the syrupy drips that missed their targets. Well, we all know that waffles can leave a bit of stickiness behind that usually requires a parents thorough cleaning. Landen retreated to the bathroom with his mother for just a mere moment I am sure. When my daughter Elizabeth returned to the kitchen, she was met with an extremely buttery son and an even more oleo slicked Emma. James immediately informed his mother that Emma had caused the problem by repeating over and over “Bad Gog, Bad Gog!!” Emma offered no defense as she was hastily chasing her own tail, hoping for a bite of the buttery treat that lingered just a bit behind her. Elizabeth managed to get Landen to school on time despite the breakfast adventure! I guess you can never really trust a dog!
