Take Saturday for instance...they pull the grill out in the drive and light it up. Sniff, sniff. Oh boy! My sister brings out this steak as big as a groundhog and as soon as it hits the grill it smoks and sizzles and Oh, OH.... OH THAT SMELL. I can't take it, I'm drooling out of control. I really hope some of that is coming my way. So I patiently lay right beside it, just in case something falls, and I wait, and I sniff...and I wait...and I drool...and I sniff....and FINALLY...IT'S DONE! We all go in the house and I strike my "look at  me how cute I am pose".  I'm trying so hard not to drool all over the floor. My mom goes in and gets my food dish, oh boy, this could be good...NO...she's going for the kibble...NO....I WANT STEAK!!!! Wait...she goes over to my sister and she puts something in the dish. My mom takes my dish to my room and I'm running like there's no tomorrow...she puts the dish down and YES...Kibble and STEAK!!!! The steak was awesome...the kibble...well...it'll be there later if I get hungry!

*sigh* I love the grill!