Bacon is Fine

On the weekend we had brunch with Jackie & Felicity. Flick made an awesome fried brekky, while Jackie compiled a beguiling trestle table in the back yard of their new house. The babies were engaging and cooed satisfyingly.

There was a brief tense moment when Flick suggested feeding the surplus bacon to Dusty the Dog, and Trudi and I both reacted with the appropriate level of horror. Can there even be a surplus of bacon? I think not. So the humans gobbled the remaining morsels and Dusty saw not a skerrick of bacon.
Here is Jackie with Hazel: