Irish setters are always hungry. I had breakfast, Dee made hamburgers, green beans and rice. Then Dee and Brian had breakfast and I stole some of their potatoes. She doesn’t know this but when she put the plates on the counter, one was close to the edge.
What’s a setter supposed to do? Just leave it there. Not this Irish girl. I almost got a piece of bacon too.
So then our two-legged companions said they were going to the Fountain Hills Art Fair and they would bring us back a treat. When they came back I knew just where the treat was — in Brian’s pocket. I followed him all around ’cause I was hoping he’d change into jeans and leave the treat in his pocket. But nope. He put it on the shelf above the kitchen counter. I can’t reach that one.
So this treat was a crunchy cookie from Bone Appetit Bakery. Only problem was I had to share the cookie with Kate. The cookie was the one in the picture underneath the cat — not sure what a cat is but that’s what Dee said it was — and the gingerbread man.
Rose, the Irish Setter.