My stomach told me that a little snacking was in order this past evening.  For some reason I decided that popcorn would do.  It’s been quite a while since I’ve made some.  It’s been even longer since I’ve made some while the pups were still awake.

     Once I started the hot air popper going, I had two absolute idiot dogs in the kitchen.  The white dog danced around barking at the popper.  The brown one ran from kitchen to  living room and back again, all excited.  Goodness, I was sure the commotion would have The Curmudgeon awake and wandering down the stairs to see what was going on.  He must have been very tired because he never showed.

     I had to hold the bowl above my head as I walked from the kitchen to the living room because two Bullies wanted it.  Next I had to fight for my seat in my chair they were determined they were getting some popcorn. 

     I let them watch and drool as I ate the first two bites.  I picked up a piece in each hand and threw them in two different directions and giggled as two dogs scrambled to get a piece before the other could.  (That’s why the two different directions.)  The pups got a little exercise and both of them relearned how to catch. 

     Eat a few pieces, throw a couple pieces, giggle…repeat.  I am easily entertained…