Lunch

Lunch happened yesterday, but it is almost too late for lunch today and Human Daddy has made no move towards the kitchen.

Three disconconsolate dogs, a little yellow one, a little black one, and a big black and white one, lounge on a grey loveseat.  They are wondering why they are not getting lunch today.  They got lunch yesterday and they assumed that set a precedent.

We will have to console ourselves with the fond memory of yesterday.

And hope for High Tea.

—Cosmo, Xena, and Sunny