Continuation of A surprise adventure (part 1)
By the time I returned from the other side of the neighbourhood with the kidnapped dog at about 9:15 am, my house smelled like bacon.
Then I saw the teenager at the table eating breakfast. My eyes almost fell out of my head… 😄
He’s up! At what he calls the crack of dawn!
Let this be a lesson to you:
Bacon wakes the dead. And, apparently, teenage boys too. 😂