Saturday, July 19, 2014
Pass Me a Beer
The other evening Brett and I sat on the front porch with a cold one. It was hot and humid and I was wiped out from a long, exhausting week at work. I gave Kersey a taste of my beer. She slurped it down, walked away a few steps, plunked down on the porch with her head smacking the wood, and started doing a squirmy back roll with a massive grin on her face.
Then she got up and went over to Brett for a sample of his beer. She liked my beer better but Brett's belly rubs put her over the edge; eyes closed in belly bliss.
One palm full of beer is all she got. Apparently, she's a lightweight. And a very entertaining dog.