Sorry about not posting lately. Nothing wrong, other than it's too HOT outside.

For breakfast, I had the usual: Grammy's Pot Pie (yummm). Then, FatBoy let me lick the bowl after his lunch (lentil soup). Then, I started lettin' em rip and had to relocate after each microburst!

Sandra-Bob then offered this wisdom:

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So lift your leg, and let them squeal!

There are times when no court would ever convict me, if I simply gnawed FatBoy to death while he slept. This is inhumane, no matter how you slice it.