White Dog gets angry when I won't let her lick up the chicken mole that I have dropped and coated most of the kitchen with...She barks and demands and darts past me as I attempt to clean up. When I send her out of the room, she sits in the doorway voicing her discontent.
I slip in the mess and fall, whacking my head on the stove. White Dog rushes to my rescue--gently nosing me to make sure I am OK before she grabs a piece of chicken and runs.
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