White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army didn't even rise to rush to the door when we left to run errands. It was too hot. Tail thumps against the floor and slightly lifted heads to say "hurry home" were our sendoff.
The game plan had been to load up the crock pot early this morning so that we could create a health dinner without heating up the house but the early hours had been hectic and the window of opportunity was missed. Now it was early evening. I prepared to suffer the consequences of our lapse and to actually cook.
White Dog was horrified. "You are not planning to turn on the stove or oven are you, momma?" she asked eyes wide. "Sweet Girl," I explained. "The dinner hour is nearly upon us and we need to make a meal. You and the White Dog Army have your kibble and Dad's mackerel mixture all ready and waiting in the freezer. We are not so fortunate. And we used all of the salad fixings for the opera picnic. So, yes, I am afraid I must add to the heat."
She turned beseechingly to Steve. WD hopped up next to him and rested her head against his shoulder. Using every bit of guile she possessed she pressed for a different solution.
"White Dog wants you to order pizza," I told the oblivious Steve. "She thinks if you do that, the WDA will get to share and nobody will have to eat boring house food on this hot night." Steve looked at her thoughtfully.
"Don't even think it," I warned him. "You know we are on a tight savings plan right now. That is an indulgence we do not need." White Dog offered Steve her belly and the others crowded around him. "Let me just see if the pizza place has any coupons." I knew we were lost.
"While you are all waiting please wrap up and put the pork chops and green beans back in the refrigerator." I huffed.
Zsofia trotted over. "We could eat the green beans now while we are waiting," she wooed. "You know we all love raw green beans." I looked at her and Steve quietly suggested they all go in the kitchen to put things away and get bowls ready.
YoYoMa stopped on his way out to help just to let me know. "Dad ordered lentil soup and the veggie appetizer for you. He said you are not as big a fan of pizza as we are. Wasn't that nice?" I smiled...
...and when he joined the others in the kitchen I sighed to myself..."Kids, all of them. Just big kids."