thievery!!

he got me, guys.
he did.
and he wasn't even a little bit sorry about it.
what's more, i got myself,
and getting got isn't good.
what?
oh.
as i was preparing the production line for a blog-worthy treat,
my best four-legged friend in the immediate vicinity,
the mischievous and devious, defiant and non-compliant
berserker barbarian battle-beastly bull terrorist,
crabtree, absconded with half a pie crust this morning!
yup.
the little F*er.
....right off of the countertop, in full brazen heist-mode...
damn.
just as i was cookie-cuttin' out some fancy vents in the top half,
i heard his piggish snorts of delight.
neighbors,
before i even spun halfway 'round,
i KNEW he was playing the part of hobo windowsill pie thief,
and in that very instant,
i knew that meant i was required to play the part of rolling pin wielding housewife.
it was kind of like LARPING,
but with way more actual violence of action.
so,
guess who still scarfed down a big batch of dough?
uh-huh.
and guess who hurt his hand karate'ing the countertop,
in a wild pitch fisticuff frenzy?
yuuuuuup.
friends,
we keep it pretty 'hood sometimes, here in the woodsly goodness.
but, also, as usual, our predisposition put us in a pretty good position.
y'know?
no?
well,
allow me to elaborate-
too much is the right amount, right?
right!
that meant i had an abundance of pastry dough resting overnight in the fridge,
and that meant i had enough to still pie it up!!!
it's happening:

expert.
-
......yeah.
i like to make the treats, and i even like my tricky dog.
sunday in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, just he and i,
and already, we're making some kind of warrior poetry in motion.
when i hear about being easy like these mornings,
it just reaffirms that i rep a hard style.
today is the day,
and it's all really happening-
crabby and i are a getting ready for a warm and wonderful morning,
and for an evening of fancy foodstuffs,
and possibly a slice of pie for dessert.
...too bad he's already stolen his share.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given,
and even more so for my obsessive overdoings.
i still get pie, because i made enough for 150%.
my style is enormous, and that's a good thing;
never quiet, never soft.....