A few weekends ago, I grilled up some buffalo burgers for lunch. They were messy as anything, but delicious. After eating, I started playing with Tulip before washing my hands. She was very interested in the cheeseburger smell. She kept nibbling at my hand, going from one finger to the next looking for the cheeseburger.
“I swear there’s a yummy cheeseburger here somewhere. Is this it? Nope… How ’bout here? Nope…”
