Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Friday, February 5, 2016
My youngest brother's name is Blaise (pronounced Blaze). When he was a baby the kids of our family friends couldn't remember his name. They called him Flame. We were at a get-together and I hear, "Flame is in the dog food, again!"
There he was, 6 months to a year old, sitting on the floor next to the dog food with a mouthful and two fists of kibble.
The Silver Fox laughed, "We don't have to feed him now!" She always explained her seemingly lackadaisical parenting of him as having made her mistakes on Trey and me.
Flame digested the dogfood.
He's still adventurous.