Thursday, November 11, 2010
After reading about it on Max's blog, Mom finally found a tri-tip roast and it is every bit as good as Max said it was. The trouble is, Mom fed me shortly before the roast got done and I wasn't hungry enough to do it justice. She did let me lick up the juice on her plate, though. I love, love, love beef juice.
You can find the photo that appears in the Friends of the Shelter calendar here. When we play, Mom usually rolls or tosses a toy in my direction and I grab it. Sometimes I pick out a toy and start playing with it. When I toss or whap it out of reach, Mom rolls it back to me. Rarely, I will chase the toy after I whap it a good one. Tonight we played with one of my little furry mice. When I whapped it out of reach under a chair, Mom tried to get me interested in one of my balls, but I was through playing.