So: Me, Quinn, and my Mom were all sitting out on the front porch talking -discussing our goals for the rest of the day...then we heard a great crash.
We all run inside to find my Mom's good pie pan shattered on the floor covered in speckles of gooey blueberry, and broken crust.
(Picture without the pie-pan.)
And the culprit had fled...
...But only to the back door. Where he stood, cowering, licking his jowls in fear and pleasure....
Caught red-chinned.
