(eyes closed in anticipation of sausage-y goodness)
Well I’d just gotten pretty cranky about being left home while mom and dad went to Oktoberfest at the Alpine Village… last year around this time was the very first time they went out for a few hours without me (I was such a young’un then) so I kind of remembered when mom started to practice her chicken dance that they might be gone for awhile…
They only stayed for a few hours and it’s a good thing: last year they didn’t bring me home anything, but this year I got a piece of polish sausage!
Yup, they smuggled it out of the beer tent in dad’s pocket, all wrapped and ready to go. A little bit of sauerkraut attached to one end, mmm, mmm, mmm. Yummy.
I’d even chicken dance for more dad!
Love,
Bogart
