Happy furbabies

I have the very best neighbors, I really do. Not only does Pat howl with Flash every morning and evening, he sent over his daughter with a bag of t-bones for the dogs yesterday. Since the weather improved today, I put them on the back porch and handed each a t-bone (well, not Glory, her teeth aren't up to it so she's eating challah). Now, if I can just keep the dogs from bringing the bones back inside to hide them!

I have not seen such wanton dog joy in ages!