Over the weekend, Donald and I plopped Charlotte in a pouch and released the hound and walked to my folks’ place for a waffle breakfast. Whenever this happens, the dogs receive whatever waffles are leftover after breakfast. It’s a nice treat for them - something they don’t receive everyday - and my father particularly enjoys his role as the distributor of said waffles. This is a picture I took from behind a screened window, and even though it’s not the best picture I took that day, it is definitely one of my favorites. Those dogs couldn’t be any happier if they tried.