At some point in life everyone has either had or been someone’s wingman.
Fortunately for me Savannah was more than willing to step in and be my “wingman” last Thursday night during the Chicago Bears-Green Bay Packers game.
I stopped by Buffalo Wild Wings before the game and picked up enough wings to feed six people even though it there were only going to be two (Tammy and me) eating them.
I made myself a plateful of wings and settled in my spot on the couch to watch the game.
I was making my way through my assortment of wings when I noticed that a pair of eyes staring down the collection of bones on my TV tray.
I tried to ignore her but she hung in there for quite a while, almost falling asleep while she waited for me to… wait for it… throw her a bone.