How true, every time Sweetie sees me put a towel in my back pocket, she comes a runnin' to start sniffing out the ingredients and smell the smoke.
She will darn near knock me down to get out the door first, so she can get a front row seat to supervise the grillin'.
And another thing...
You ain't goin' keep that dog out of the kitchen. You can run her out one end and she will double back through the other end and still won't miss a lick before you run her out again.
And if you drop something on the floor, not to worry...she has the three second rule completely covered. No need for paper towels or a mop, not when my Black bear is around...
B.D.
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