I’m in the kitchen cooking bacon for breakfast. The dogs are outside sunning themselves on the deck.
I hear the sound of doggie nails scratching on the deck which usually means that someone is off to chase some sort of furry critter out of the yard.
I take a peek out the back door expecting to see Rocky watching Millie chase one of the neighborhood cats away from the bird feeders.
Imagine my surprise when I see Millie on the deck and Rocky nowhere to be seen.
Crap. This isn’t going to end well. The last time this happened, Rocky got his ear pierced by a mama groundhog.
Bad word. Bad word. Lots of very bad words. I go back inside to find my shoes to investigate.
Rocky must have heard the bad words because he peeked around the grill as if to say “I’m okay, Mom”
Millie had a “I tried to stop him, Mom” look on her face.
Bless their hearts . . . yes they got some bacon . .
