My humans were doing the backyard barbecue thing the other day. Something about “summer’s last hurrah.”
They plopped some burgers and four delicious “New York steaks” on the grill. Yes, four steaks. Clearly that meant one each for Mom and Dad. One for The Kid. One for me. Right?
Rather than waiting for my hunk of happiness to fall off the grill, I figured I’d just hop right up and help myself. No sense standing on ceremony, right? So I didn’t.
Speaking of which, I thought “fall” was something you do. Apparently that’s not always the case. For example. Mom says “fall” is her favorite season. Something about leaves changing. “Crisp.” Curling up by the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa and a good book.
I get that. In fact, I know a couple good books that are just right for this “fall” thing:
Both are by Gary Paulsen He’s a great adventure/outdoorsy writer. Also a pretty cool dog dude, according to Mom.
Puppies, Dogs, and Blue Northers celebrates Gary’s lead dog and longtime companion, Cookie. “Paulsen takes readers inside the kennel as Cookie’s last litter of pups grow and learn to pull sleds across the snowy frontier.”
Sounds like a couple of good “hot cocoa” and “fall” books to me. Whatever that means.
Back to the steaks. Thick, delectable, delicious steaks. How was I supposed to know Uncle Jimmy is “coming over later”?
By the way. Just what, exactly, is a “little rascal”? Askin’ for a friend.