4.24.2018

April 24, 2018

White Dog's timing was perfect. She slid off of my lap and cut across the doorway just in time to turn Zsofia back toward the kitchen...and into Steve's arms.

"Give me that!" Steve told her and wrestled the package out of her mouth. "You were supposed to be helping ME not helping YOURSELF to salmon."

After tonight's dinner Steve was organizing the meal for tomorrow by taking the frozen cod out and placing it in the refrigerator to defrost overnight. Our combination unit has the freezer at the bottom which often requires Steve to get to his knees when sorting through for a specific item. All of the White Dog Army loves this configuration as well and are more than glad to assist in the treasure hunt.