Pie, pie, glorious pie.... Where's mine?

Hi G-Fans!

So, just for the record for the umpteenth time, I can count....

Just sayin'...

I can count when Raphael gets two treats and I only get one, I can count when Tessa gets three kisses and I only get two...

So, I can count.

Tonight we walked to the school with Harry's boy concierge.  No drama and it was a pleasant temperature too.

So, you ask what that has to do with counting?

I will tell you what at the risk of my treats getting reduced in retaliation.

I know, it is hard to believe that I have to suffer through retaliation, but it is clear that it happens even in the royal environ....!

So Harry's girl concierge made a pie.

An apple pie.

One pie.

Then she left for her vacation with the rat.

Big Mouse.

Whatever.

She left instructions for Harry's boy concierge to share with my concierge and the helper.

Tonight he shared.

Now the concierge did question Harry's concierge about it taking four days to offer any pie up. but she kept it light so the pie didn't get whisked away....

So, she had her very late supper of leftovers, heated her piece of pie and wrapped the helper's piece in the fridge for tomorrow when he comes to feed us.

Well, let's just say he might not want to spend any time looking for it.

And, strangely enough, the concierge is looking a little wild-eyed right now because she has a belly full of food.

Right at the top of the food pile in her tummy is apple pie.

Not one slice.

But two slices.

I counted.

She ate the second with her tea and smacked her lips and licked her fork.

She didn't share with me.

Silly concierge.

When will she learn??

Anyway...

So, may you have the necessary facts at your toe-tips to back up your observations on a regular basis!

TTFN!

-G