Friends, I've been doing a lot of thinking since yesterday's W*RM PILL incident.
At first I thought Dad simply didn't understand that the PILL tastes bad. After all I've never seen him eat one himself.
But Dad must know how much I dislike them because we have a battle every time. Therefore, he does know that they taste bad.
So why does he ask me to eat the PILL?
Well, this is the thing I've found impossible to work out. Dads just don't make sense sometimes.
But it's important to him apparently, so...
... after a pause of a suitable length to satisfy my dignity...
... I went to my supper bowl and I ate it all up!

Dad: Could this be a turning point in the W*RM PILL saga? ;-)
We were out early this morning and today's post will be the last for a few days as we're taking
Pooch to see his Uncle Henry and Cousin Albert. :-) Enjoy your weekend folks!