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As long time readers know, when the hu-dad stops for a bite to eat, he usually leaves us in the Jeep. Some crazy rumor about the fact that we lack table manners. Yesterday, however, we visited some of our great friends in Charleston and stopped at the Kickin Chicken, a restaurant that encourages dogs to hang out on their porch.
Long time readers will remember that we have been to this restaurant before – you can check out the posts here (with the classic Frankie / Petco / Parakeet story), here (the great Rusty Pickle episode) and here (Qannik’s logic skills always at work). Go ahead and read them – we will wait on you.
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Great, you are back. Told you we would wait. Anyway, surely, our table manners have improved since then. After all, now we have Typhoon along for his first visit. Let’s see how things went.
As always, thanks to our Charleston hosts for sharing a great hike and a great lunch with us!
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