Note to black labs everywhere: if you're going to polish off the tablespoon or so of butter that's in the butter dish on the counter while your owners are getting ready for work in another room, DON'T come back into the bedroom licking your lips, with butter stuck to your whiskers and looking veeery guilty. If you HAVE to do it (a fact of which I'm not convinced), let the butter finish going down while you're still in the kitchen, have your little sister check your whiskers, and make sure the lid to the butter dish isn't on the floor. You're making me look bad in front of your new dad!
Well, the whole happy-lil'-butter-filled-family is going up to the cabin this afternoon, so we'll be out of every form of digital communication for a few glorious days.
So I send you into the weekend with this:
I got it at the goat; yes, I think I'm pretty special! Like butter.