Dogs and Waffles Don't Mix.

It's no secret to me that the majority of my better posts are stories about my animals.  What can I say?  It just happens that way.  This time is no exception.

Saturday morning I had the brilliant idea of making waffles for breakfast. Cause really, who doesn't like waffles?  Dean was already in bed, so there was no way that I was going to make a whole batch.  I halved the recipe and expected  to get about 3 waffles out of it.

I mixed all three of the ingredients together (yes, I used a mixed, I know - how undomesticated of me), and started pouring the mix into my waffle iron.  As I am pouring, it appears that all of the batter will fit.  Foolishly I thought "awesome, now I won't have left overs", instead of "this should have made 4 waffles".  I put the mixing bowl in the sink and tuned around to see the batter oozing out of the waffle iron, like a volcano at a fourth grade science fair.

It was a hot mess.  It started dripping down the cabinet to the floor faster than I could find the paper towels.  That's when Faust thought it would be fun to lick up what was on the floor.  The only problem with that, is that more batter was on it's way down.  In a time frame of maybe 30 sec, my dog was covered in waffle batter.  his whole ear, is collar, and a few drops on his face.  He was a mess, but at least he was a cute mess.

Yes, I was bribing him with a Milk Bone.  How else do you get a non-blurry photo of a 8 month old puppy?

Wimpy still thinks he is a dog.