So, every Tuesday I pick up tacos for dinner. They are delicious (especially because someone else made them). After I pick them up, I get Daisy from my parent's house. She smells them as soon as she gets in the car. She knows what's coming...
First, we plate the tacos.
Daisy sniffs to make sure they are safe to eat.
She waits patiently for me to finish because she gets the last bite.