Too Funny

Every other night or so, Charlie gets a chew. He loves his chews and he eats a whole one at a sitting (which is why he gets smaller 6" ones and doesn't get them every night). Tonight was chew night, and Charlie settled in.


We were also rushing through our own dinner because of an evening appointment. So the plates & pots hit the floor for their "prewash" before Charlie was anywhere near being done with his chew.

Being the food-oriented kind of guy he is, Charlie raced into the kitchen and immediately started on the plates. Then, suddenly, I could almost see a light bulb go on in his head... he left the plates and raced back for the chew. Which he brought back into the kitchen and carefully set down by the dishes, where he could keep an eye on it while he finished up.


That Charlie! Always thinkin'!