Yesterday was a rough day. So, I thought I'd enjoy a perfectly cooked tomahawk for dinner. I cut the bone off before slicing, then went back outside to close down the grill. When I returned, my little buddy strarted poking around in my absence. Even he can recognize perfection! In case you're wondering, he's a good little boy and waited for his morsel [emoji3] Just thought I'd share. J Sent from my SM-G998W using Tapatalk