Kevin and I thought of a story so good, that we had to post it even though it is old. It all started on vacation at Grandpa Ken's house. My mom, Logan, and I went to visit in 2008.
G.K. wanted to take Logan to get his first Webkins. He searched the net until he found some available at Cracker Barrel and he took off with Logan to get him one. Logan was so excited that he named his black lab Quincey after his best friend Quincy Lyles.
At bedtime. Logan left Quincey in the care of Grandma Tam while he prepared for bed. G.T. was eating chocolate raisins and placed a small pile by Quincey. When Logan returned, she told him that Quincey had an accident.
Logan instantly freaked out. His hand flew to his mouth and his eyes bugged. He started stuttering and said that his dog wasn't suppose to be real. He backed himself out of the spare room. G.T then took a raisin and threw it to Logan. He squealed and ran completely out of the room and peeked around the corner. G.T. told Logan that she would try one of the raisins. Logan held his mouth and looked horrified.
Without saying another word, Logan ran from the room. He ran all the way to G.K's room but couldn't get in because G.K. had gone to bed. He came back and told me and G.T. that he went to ask G.K. to return Quincey. He didn't want to have a dog that wasn't potty trained.
We explained what we did, and all giggled about it. But, Logan fell for the same trick later when G.T. put Quincey in the corner with a small pile of chocolate covered raisins and similiarly when G.T. said that Quincey was actually eating cheese.
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