Today was the day that Jack felt we needed it. He started pouring it into the nifty container at a quick pace. Annastasia told him to slow down...too late. So, now my "deal" has overflowed it's container, spilling over onto the patio. Jackson diligently swept it up. He then brings the half full (or half empty?) bag into the house.
Oh, the smell of fresh dog food...
He goes to the cupboard and pulls out the gallon sized Ziploc storage bags. What in the world?
Seriously. You need to laugh or you will cry. I do not have any idea of what is next. I do know that I need to let him do what he has his mind set on doing or we will all have a horrible night!
He sits in the hallway...
I'm surprised he didn't get out the Tupperware, or maybe the seal a meal (which we do not have!)
The one thing that I can think of here is that we do harvest pecans from out backyard. Once we shell them, we place them in QUART size bags and place them in the freezer. Oh my! I hope I do not wake up to find the dog food neatly labeled and stored in the freezer. I have to draw the line somewhere!!!