His Gram and Grampa say, "What's he got to be unhappy about?" That brings me to the title of this post. Does that look like the face of a boy who knows he is getting his "boys", his "pair", his "hoo-hoos" cut off in the morning? I think not! Ignorance is, indeed, bliss!
In honor of Emma, Tara and Cooper's first Dogs on Thursday as a three-some, I worked pretty hard coaxing all three dogs close enough to get them in one picture. How's this?
Not bad, eh? All it took was a little "Who wants breakfastess" and "Who is a hungry girl or boy" and "Who wants to eat" and a rousing chorus of The Breakfast Song. It's a little ditty that goes something like this:
"We love our breakfastess, Oh yes we do,
We don't love any meal, as much as you,
Except for suppertime, maybe,
Oh Breakfastess we love you!"
It's to the tune of a song we would sing at summer camp, but it's been The Breakfast Song for so long that I can't remember the original words. Oh well, Emma, Tara and Cooper like it just the way it is. Or at least the tolerate it as long as they know that I will soon be putting bowls of yummy breakfast on the floor for them.
Right before I left for work, wonder of wonders, all three were close enough to get another picture together! Gotcha! This time all it took was "Who wants cookies" and "Cookie time" and "Time for treats" chanted over and over again until I just about lost my voice. And then going back into the house for a bag of animal crackers and rattling it and calling some more. And then running all over the yard offering samples of the cookies-to-come to any good boy or girl if they would only get their hineys in the house so mommy could go to work.
I was exhausted before I even left for work.