So Dad got called into work on Easter and spent the day flying in the helicopter. That meant it was me and Mom going to Aunt Linda's house to see the rest of the family. Well, since the hospital is only a few miles up the road from Aunt Linda's house, Dad thought it would be funny to have Mr. Jones, the pilot circle over the house a few times to shake things up after one of their medevac flights . When everyone heard the helicopter and went to the front porch, I ran to the kitchen! I was able to eat about 15 pigs in a blanket before anyone realized I was gone! My belly was really full and distended! I took a nice nap and enjoyed the rest of the day. I look forward to the next holiday and trying to get my paws on more of those vizsla sized hot dogs!
2 comments:
Oh McCoy - your cousins Silvio and Murphy would have done the same thing given the opportunity.
We see helicopters almost every day but we don't get no stinkin hot dogs! you're a lucky dude!
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