Captain Impossible
We were trying to figure out what to do today so that T could work on her book, so Tin and I opted to head to the Quarter and get lunch and then catch Barkus. BUT…
On the way from the truck to the restaurant we had to stop at every doorstep and try it out – we had to sit on it, we had to stand on it, we had to try to jump off of it:
This is Tin ignoring Mommy:
This is Tin scaring Mommy:
This is Tin telling Mommy to talk to the hand:
So now it’s 45 minutes later and we still aren’t at the restaurant and it is a half hour passed his lunch time and he is going into total meltdown mode over the fact that the restaurant does not serve waffles only pancakes:
Where last night he was leading the band and the parade, today he was having none of this parade that bills itself as the dog equivalent of Bacchus with the silly hats and chihuahua wagons.
Home home home, shouted Captain Impossible.