I got home the other day and was going through some mail when all of a sudden I was stunned with an explosion beside me. There was a giant poof of white. When all settled, and 1/2 of me was completely white, I realized Dane had decided to get out the bisquik, unroll the bag, take aim at me and fling it out the top of the bag. I considered scooping it up in 5 seconds and making pancakes for dinner, but when Rosco started to lick some of it up I decided to just trash it.