The other day I heared Fritzi cry in the kitchen. Usually he would sit infront of the door, waiting to go in the garden, so I went to open the door for him. But instead of sitting in front of the door, he was sitting infront of the counter and he was crying for the lasagne that I made the day before! I’ve never seen him do that. There must have been something special about that lasagne. Weak, as my heart always gets for him, I gave him a little piece. He finished it in no time, licked his bowl spotless and went back to stare at the lasagne. It was SO cute! He seemed addicted!
So…. since he loved the lasagne so much and since I love him so much, I made him his very own lasagne for christmas. This is a bit too much love, some might think, but seeing him enjoy his lasagne, was worth it all! I can’t help it….. : )