Well that is what Dakota told me (Georgia) and since she is the big wordly dog why would I not beleive her ...
But dad had other ideas (well his big fat gut had other ideas) ... here he is trying to get it back from me, guess who won.
Well actually he won, but I did get half of it down and for some reason he did not eat the rest of it. So that is actually a victory as it means he might be lighter for my big sister Dak to pull on his bike. Now I know what you are thinking, he sort of looks like he is feeding me, but no, I do have his fingers in my mouth, grose.
When the dust had settled, I made sure my parents knew it was Dakota's fault, and she got away with it, I think it is her dopey look ... must learn that as my next trick, far more useful than high five.