From the Archive January 2023
Breakfast. He sits there staring at me, absolutely still. Only his orange eyebrows, like fuzzy orange caterpillars, give him away. He waits for me to make my move.
I stare back at him until he looks away, his drool-y flews leaving a trail of slobber on my jeans.
He watches and waits. I slowly reach for my fork, he thumps his tail, I ignore him.
After a long minute, he puts one heavy paw casually on my knee. I make him wait an eternity in dog years.
Every morning it is the same thing. The breakfast ritual. I could get smart, I guess. I could cook four pieces of bacon and just give him one right off. Maybe then I could start my day with a little peace and quiet.
Nah. Where’s the fun in that?
The more you give; the more a dog wants. Beggars believe you will give in. Start feeding bacon bits; the task will never end. Be firm.
It’s cheese and smoked salmon for our boy.. he has expensive tastes 🐶 😁