Pig pile

Some people blog about their kids. Some people blog about food. Some people blog about their pets. Since I only have options 2 and 3, I will post about them today.
This weekend, I made the most scrumptious pork roast. I loaded that sucker in the crock pot, covered it in salt and pepper and let it simmer 12 hours. Gah! It was delicious! When the time came to pull it apart, naturally, I had 2 little helpers. They remained seated, staring and drooling, for over an hour. It was starting to annoy me.

 

I don't know where they got the idea that I would be willing to share. They don't eat table food or "people food" as we like to call it at our house. Now, it seems that whenever they hear the refrigerator door open or close, they zip to the kitchen, take a seat, and wait. 

Literally, an hour went by. Randy and I scarfed our delicious pork tacos. Still sitting there. We had dessert. Still sitting there. I cleaned up. You guessed it...still sitting! Then it happened. I dropped a small piece of fat or another grizzly substance on the floor. ZOOM! They dove in like flies. Pip got it all. Poor Milly. I felt sorry for her so I just flicked a little piece of meat off the counter. And, like two satisfied little imps, went and had a seat with Randy, on the world's smallest sofa, giving the look of "yeah, I wish EVERY DAY is pork day!".

In addition to the pork tacos, we also made pork salads, and pulled pork sandwiches. The dogs didn't get any more freebies.