|Could have used another quarter-pound of beef, at least.|
Meanwhile, Dad, who makes pretty perfect burgers himself, grilled up this little baby, made to order just for me (although I wouldn't have minded a big Mac with Cheese, hold the onions). Superb.
I would have preferred gulping it in one bite, but Dad insists, still, on cutting up my food, so this photo was taken for effect only. You can tell that my training classes at Petco Unleashed have been curbing my enthusiastic beastly tendencies, because otherwise there 1) would have been only a photo of an empty dish and 2) no burger to cut.
More on those escapades, the so-called training ones, not the food-related ones,
later. I'm too hungry to write any more.