After figuring out that we needed to feed all the boys last night. The one glitch in the great Corgi Swap was we forgot to talk about feeding schedules. Anyway, Kathy, the dog chef, made up some grub for everyone.
Uncle Moose and Grandpa Garbage Gut Fred chowed down. Russ, of course, was trying to send them signals that if they just held out she would bring out the good stuff, but they were too busy gulping the grub to notice.
We were watching the news, and didn't immediately notice that the Foggy Bottom crew "went missing." Kathy got up and found them camped out in the kitchen hoping for more chow! We told them--"sorry guys, you have to wait for tomorrow."
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Hum, by the looks of it, they were "guarding" the cat. But then again, Fred is one to think more with his stomach then with his head. He isn't Garbage Gut for nothing.
SHHHHHHH...be vewy vewy twiet...it's kitty season, and we're hunting kitty...
I would have tended to agree with you on the cat thing except they both follow Kathy around like whe is the Queen Bee. It's all too funny--Kathy moves and they are on her like glue.
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