The Christmas Ham

Tuesday evening I figured it out. After Mom put away the groceries she had just bought, she went back into the garage. She returned with a big roasting pan. The same roasting pan she had used Christmas Day when preparing the ham.

Mom cut some chunks off the ham and placed the chunks into plastic containers. She let Quinton and me each have a piece; and then she put the roasting pan containing the ham back into the garage. Very interesting!

I don't try to open the garage door very often. Most of the time it is locked when Mom is not at home. I don't think she likes me to go into the garage unless she's with me. Mom likes to keep an eye on me.

The next day, Wednesday, I had to try the door to the garage. Just before Mom goes to work she throws pieces of chicken outside. These are for Quinton and me to eat. Mom feeds us according to the Billinghurst diet, in case you're wondering. Right after I finished my chicken piece I raced inside the house, leapt up the stairs and tried the door to the garage.