“I live on good soup, not on fine words.” - Molière
I got a lot of things done yesterday that needed to be done, but taking a photo wasn't one of them. About three minutes before I was supposed to leave for work I remembered I was supposed to put the pork chops in the Crock-Pot. So I was in a hurry and when I was done with the soup can I set it on the edge of the counter and knocked it down with my elbow. Jet took this to mean it was his, and no one elses.
Normally if Luna wants something he has, he gives it up, but not this can! He took it and ran. I realized I was on my way to work and it would be dark when I got off, so I grabbed the camera and took a few shots of him with it. Then I had to wrestle him to get it away and put him outside so I could go to work, it wasn't easy, he is very strong and was rather determined.
