My girlfriend Kelly came over for dinner Tuesday night. I cooked a fabulous dish of chicken on mushrooms and shallots with fig sauce, which I gracefully sloshed over my right paw resulting in right smarty little burns. Ooch! Clumsy heifer, me.
But it was delish.
Kels brought a gorgeous chocolate mousse cake dessert she made-- she's a real gourmande-- and we had a generally lovely time.
The pups wouldn't leave her alone. I find they gravitate to the person they think most likely to give them scraps.
They went wanting. But Kelly was a sweetheart and threw the Cuz about a million times for Praline.
I've got a couple divine Christmas prezzies to show on the blog rilly soon. Santa's an awfully smart fellow. ;)