Ok the Waffler must have some yet to be discovered talents, 'cuz I'm tryin' to figure out how the dog who is hiding in the back bed room ever got to phase 9!
We are bbqin' for Mothers Day (happy mom's day to you all - but you should really remember those who puts down the kibble every day not just today!) and the smell of the smoky joe has freaked her out. she won't come outside and when I went to light the 'q' she ran to the farthest corner of the yard and refused to walk or even run past the lit bbq. Go figure
so tell me again how she made it that far? Money/love/ yet to be defined mad skills?