It was a pretty peaceful weekend here. After the weird weather moved through Saturday, mother nature served up some of her best Midwest August; 90F and humid. Yuck!! We took this as a great excuse to have a lazy Sunday morning inside, I even cooked breakfast.
We're really good about not giving the Brute any "people food", but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to change our minds. In fact, one of the only times Brutus shows any interest in Paul (my husband) is when he is eating. It's not that he doesn't like Paul, he just completely ignores him 98% of the time!
Here's a few photos of Brutus (& Paul, back for his 2nd appearance on the blog) hanging out in & around the kitchen.
What's cooking, Mom?? Sure smells yummy!
Did you say French toast?
Making it for your darling Frenchie, right?
I'd understand if it was just "toast", but come on, lemme have some!!!
Dang it, didn't get a single lick!
Guess I'll just try to butter him up for next time - hang out on the couch with him a little so he thinks we're bonding (hehehehe).