My grandson, Arick, and his girl friend joined us at Church this morning, so I fixed biscuits and gravy afterward.
All I wanted was one really good picture of my grand-dog, Dixie, and me. Cliff took at least a dozen shots, but none turned out like I'd have liked, simply because I had interupted some sort of doggie game; and Dixie and Mandy only wanted to get back to their fun.
I sure hope Dixie doesn't turn out to be one of those mean pit bulls, because right now she is the sweetest, most obedient, loving puppy I've ever seen. She already knows the house rules here, and doesn't go into the carpeted rooms. I must confess to giving her a bite or two of our breakfast sausage, but even then she didn't whine or jump up on me. She just sat and silently stared at me for the rest of the meal.