ANOTHER ADDICT IN THE FAMILY

The dog is addicted to milk bones.  There, I've written it down.  It must be true.  He starts grumbling in his throat the minute I make a move toward the kitchen.  He then runs to the counter where the box of bones are and waits for me to catch up.  Since I'm up and down a lot, it's really annoying.

And he's learned to go from one to the other human begging for the treat with just enough time in between to prevent us from being aware we've been had.

But he's so cute.  I guess his many other attributes far outweigh this addiction that has sprung up. We'll keep him.