October 10, 2007

White Dog could not share the very spicy beef we had in our dinner tacos so Steve was feeding her pieces of jerky as we ate. Foolishly, I asked in surprise, "Isn't that the jerky she absolutely hates and has refused so many times?" Too late Steve's warning look registered; White Dog looked at us both, spit out the jerky piece in her mouth, and would not take any more.