March 17, 2009

White Dog noticed the plate with the half slice of peanut butter slathered bread that Steve had left perched on the arm of the couch. She hopped up on the sofa sniffing wantonly. White Dog looked around; Steve was nowhere in sight and I appeared to have fallen asleep while reading (remember, I am old now). She edged closer to the plate and stood on the pillow so that she could easily snatch the bread without disturbing the plate. I could sense the angel and the devil in her struggling for control. White Dog breathed in the luscious smell...then laid down on the cushion with a sigh and the frustrated satisfaction of having made the right choice!