Not Tuesday? You’re right. It’s not. Seriously, though, how cute am I on Saturday? I call that my Good-Dog-Face
Yesterday wasn’t Tuesday, either. It was National Donut Day. Mom said, “Free donuts.” and “I LOVE donuts!” and “Let’s do this.” I was completely on board – riding to the donut store, waiting nicely in the car, NOT licking the lid of the coffee cup. So, did I have a free donut? No, I didn’t.
Mom said she was happy we went, because she wrote a poem in her head. I think the poem is about me, but not in a good way…..
My mommy has a donut.
Do you think she wants to share?
I’m watching with my Good-Dog-Face.
She doesn’t seem to care.
She broke a little piece off!
Will she throw it in my bowl?
She bit and chewed and swallowed it.
All I got was the hole.