Burgers Again

It seems like there is a football cup every weekend in September at the football field along our basic walkie. The place is packed with footballers, mainly smallish ones, and their families and friends and dogs and coaches.

We stopped to watch a game, and again, I picked up heavenly scents from over by the oil barrel they use to barbecue burgers. I didn’t get one this week either. What’s wrong with people?? Dog+burger=a perfect match! I would have settled for a sausage.

She made it up to me, though. We did share a homemade burger for dinner. Which was nice.