Dad was making lunch. First he made something called "pasta".
ho hum. How interesting...NNNNNNNOT!!! Rip & me were too busy in the other room resting after our great walk this morning.
But as soon as dad got the CHICKEN out of the fridge and took off the shiny silver stuff covering it, Rip & me were in the kitchen, like...im...mediately! chaaaa! Dad actually jumped and started muttering under his breath something about "d*mn dogs" & " how the hell do they know the second I get the meat or chicken out...smell doesn't travel at warp speed"?!
Silly dad. It's a gift.