Grillin' & Chillin' with my dad

This is me, Frankie Furter/Flirter/Farter, tellin' my dad to get off the swing and turn my Frankie Burgers. I didn't want them to Burn!

This is me making sure that dad truned every one of my chicken tenders. I didn't want those burned and all dry like fake jerky. Over to my Right...>>>>>> you can see the new gate that I had my dad put up. That is to keep Jacob and the no name Beagle OFF my porch. Well OK.. it is also to keep ME ... ON it, too.

I had a really grrreat supper. The burgers were just the way I like them seasoned and the Chicken was to ROACH for. I'm tellin' you I have my mom and dad TRAINED. Well, mom more than dad. He is kinda... Cat Brained, butt if I watch and snoopervise him things usually turn out my way. hehehe

I wish Ruby and Penny could have been here to share that meal with me. I even had Cold Milk. And LATER... you KNOW what I had for my dessert. It was just kind of lonely without my girrrls though.