Snackin' With Jack

My little dog Jack has been livin' high on the hog since Thanksgiving. I had a pile of half-slices of stale bread that had been dipped in bacon grease. The grease from cooking the roasted vegetables draped with bacon. I had prepared that bread for Jack when putting the vegetables in other containers for FRIG II. Then every evening after warming some, I put more bread in the bottom of the pan to sop up the grease. 

It takes a little dog a long time to eat a half-loaf of bread and grease! Don't wanna over-feed him. Sadly, Old Mother HM's grease pantry has run dry. On Tuesday, Jack was the recipient of a TURKEY CARCASS for his treat. There was no way to hack it up to last several days. I didn't want to touch it much. It's been in a giant baggie in the bottom of FRIG II, saved especially for Jack. I didn't want to give it to him on those freezing cold days. So when the temp reached 50 degrees, I laid it out on my way to town.

When I got back, I gave the carcass to Jack. He was waiting patiently outside the open kitchen door. He's very polite. Doesn't run in like that ingrate Pupsie, who would romp in like she owned the place. I know Jack could smell that smoked turkey carcass on the counter. He's a DOG, by cracky, with a DOG NOSE! Yet he waited. When I set it down on the porch, Jack took one sniff. Then grabbed it by the back, and trotted around the corner of the porch. It was half his size.

Farmer H got home a few minutes later. I asked if he saw Jack and the turkey carcass.

"Yeah. He's standing on the brick sidewalk eating it."

I guess Jack still has PTSD about Pupsie, and Copper Jack, and previously my Sweet, Sweet Juno running up to steal his food, and wanted to be in the clear to see any marauders approaching.