Sat with Dad, had a beer or 3, and scouted out every corner of the joint for scraps. Hit the scrap pot a couple times. The pizza tickled my fancy... Real trashy in this neck of the woods; but I love the people here. A couple of older cattle dogs came to visit, they were grumpy old bastards— so I broke the ice and bought em a beer. Turns out they were just thirsty and forgot their manners at home. Couple beers in and they both sniffed my butt, so I knew we were cool after that.