Hot Potato

My husband and I have been trying to eat healthier meals with the start of the new year.
For my husband, that includes baked sweet potato's.



Yes, the potato is labeled "Biggin's" and it's wrapped in cellophane. We don't get a great choice of produce here in Chicago in the dead of winter.

Although it appears my husband found a store run by Al Bundy.

This potato was on the kitchen counter when we left yesterday evening.

When we got home later last night it was on the kitchen floor, along with Rocco's other dog toys.
Notice Rocco's feet in this photo?


Because as I was snapping pictures, Rocco decided to play a game of Hot Potato. He decided the potato was HIS and he grabbed it and ran.
Since we can only see his paws, Rocco can sure move FAST when he's being naughty.


I followed him into the living room where he was so engrossed in the potato that he didn't notice me watching him...





Until now...
Uh Oh!


My husband took the potato and put it back on the counter while scolding Rocco. "This is MY potato Rocco, not YOURS! Did you hear me? MY POTATO!"

I don't know which was funnier, that verbal potato scolding or Rocco's guilty face?