A Helping Hand

The following facts are based upon events as I see them:

So last night B was attempting to get a yummy piece of chocolate pie from the refrigerator and dropped it on the floor (boo, we only got 2 pieces out of it). And after the pie hit the floor, I looked over at Harley and I saw little hearts float from his eyes and dance around his head. And he was just about to do a little dance of glee, when he was informed that he would not be assisting in the clean up of said pie. That's when his ears dropped, his head drooped, and all the little hearts bursted and disapeared. Poor Harley, no pie for you. Though, after it was cleaned up, he did still insist upon devoting a good bit of time to licking the scene of "the accident", just incase we missed some. He's so thoughtful. Always trying to lend a helping hand, or in this case, tongue.