'Cause I promised

my Mom, here's some imagery from the latest round of Dog Power Games. Casey eats vegetables. Loves 'em. Jack eats most everything. Casey is Senior, and Jack wishes he was.

So when a green onion was somehow knocked off the counter yesterday evening, although neither of them really wanted it, nor did they want the other to have it.

Jack got there first, and it led to a 20-minute slow-motion chase around the house and he carried it reluctantly around, with Casey in equally-reluctant pursuit.



In the end, the onion was ground into the carpet by the back door and forgotten in a frenzy of barking related to some stupid sound from behind the house.

Really, upon further reflection, the whole thing could have been sort of a canine interpretive theater piece on the workings of Congress. Stupid, petty, ultimately smelly and, in the end, the briefly enthralling subject was abandoned in favor of trying to track down what smelled like skunk.