I have been an absentee Blog Mom as of late, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me when you understand why.
Waffle Guy took me to Bruges again! I knew it was coming, and took a bit of a break from blogging to create an aura of suspense before the trip. Unfortunately, we left our camera at a friend’s house in Germany, and blogging without photographic evidence seemed pointless—even gauche—and so my break got longer. We received our camera in the mail not long ago, and are beginning the daunting task of analyzing the photographic content for appropriate waffle-related matter. We have much to report, and I assure you that many tales from the trip—including a second encounter with The Greatest Waffle Ever in the History of the Whole World—will be posted soon.
And then we got some really, really big and unexpected news. The Waffle Family, it seems, was destined to add a member. Waffle Guy and I are now proud new parents.
Meet Gracie, the Waffle Dog.
Okay, so she’d rather eat kibble than a waffle at this point, but that’s only because we haven’t figured out how to make Meat Waffles for her yet. We’re working on it.
Unlike her human siblings, Waffle Dog has demonstrated absolutely no talent for waffle preparation. No work ethic, either. She’s never lifted a paw to help us on our Sunday morning quests for deliciousness. As far as we can tell, she’s never even licked a drop of spilled batter from the floor.
At first, we were concerned about her lack of interest in our greatest source of joy. Could it be that our precious new baby wasn’t, in fact, made of the stuff of a True Waffler? As time has passed, however, we have grown to be accepting of her differences, and are making an effort to love our Waffle Dog for who she is, and not for who we want her to be.
Until we buy our second waffle maker and perfect the art of Dog Waffles. If she doesn’t like them then, we’re cutting her off. Tough love, you know?
So much more to report soon.
