I’m Not About to Cook Eggs for a Dog!
My aunt had a Scottish Terrier when she was ten years old – or perhaps Heather was a family dog. I barely remember the pet dog. I of course don't have a picture of Heather but copied the photo from this site: Grandma and Grandpa had planned to take my aunt to Europe and had asked mom and dad to house sit while they were gone. Taking care of Heather was part of the deal. My mom had not grown up with pets nor seemed fond of them. Grandpa had left instructions and told my mom that Heather needed to have two fried eggs each morning. Mom said there was no way she was going to fix eggs for a dog and so my dad made the eggs for Heather each morning during their stay. Whenever Roland cooks eggs for the dog I always think of that experience that mom had shared with me. For the most part Bonnie will get...