Going To The Dogs

I had dinner New Years Day with my sister Susan and brother-in-law George. This means I also spent the day with their pesky - I mean perky - dogs Thigle (pictured above) and Blackberry.  These dogs are the children Susan and George never had, and are of course spoiled rotten.  They wear Santa Caps during the Christmas season, bunny ears on Easter, and are fed scraps from the dinner table.  At least they aren't sitting at the table while we eat, but I'm afraid that might be coming.  Could you pass the gravy, Thigle?