June 14, 2019

White Dog and I negotiated. "We can have the tacos the White Dog Army has been craving, just the way you like them with shredded cheese, crunchy shells, lettuce, guacamole and sour cream...OR the WDA can have taco meat sprinkled on your normal dinner along with a bit of cheese, the new Bark Box toys, AND get to taste the new salmon treats that came in the box. Take a vote; you all decide."

It was the end of a week where we had neglected grocery shopping and the larder was pretty low. The avocado had past its prime and the last of the tortillas had been pressed into action for lunch wraps. We COULD have tacos, but it would require a trip to the store. A compromise would use the cooked meat, pay homage to tacos and allow Steve and I to quickly defrost some leftover lentils found in the freezer for our dinner.

Steve, already in comfy slippers and at home clothes, was resigned to respect the Army's wishes. I hoped they would take the deal offered and cut a few calories from their meal.

"OK, I will add a dusting of crumbs from the cookie jar I need to refill over everything. That is my best offer. Talk it over."

The Army went out into the yard and we could hear a lively discussion. Bailey ran in at one point and went to look at the Bark Box; then she went back outside.

Finally, they all filed back in. White Dog moved to the head of the pack. "An extra five minutes for each team's bedtime walks and bone broth ice cubes in our dinner water and you've got a deal."

"Woohoo!" Steve cheered and lead everyone into the kitchen to make it so.