The weekend is approaching and we are dreaming of buttermilk pancakes and French toast. Mom went to work with Sugar's new owner last Saturday. They were so surprised that Mom brought a buttermilk pancake with her. After all, it was time for a heartworm pill, and the poor gal needed something good to wash that down with.
Here's Sugar's look when she is ignoring the human.
We're hopeful that Ms. Sugar has found her permanent home. She's a lot of fun when she's here, but gets us in trouble. We know we're not supposed to "get on the fence line". But, Ms. Sugar, not so much! She runs around the yard and bounces off the fence. Personally I think she's bouncing off the walls, but Mom says that's rude.
Of course, I earn my title "Sluggo" every day. It's hard to find more ways to look cute while working so hard at keeping my title.
We'll be checking on y'all over the weekend when the selfish human relinquishes the keyboard. In the meantime, enjoy your weekend buttermilk pancakes!
Journey, aka Sluggo