White Dog has never had a problem expressing herself. She does not hide behind coyness or convention; she is a Queen, after all. Taste buds shaped by having a classically-trained chef as a pup has left her with a finely honed palate.
And I know that.
It was that I was having toast and cheddar for breakfast when she came in and asked to share. I told her my plate and hoped for acceptance that it was all I had. The toasted English muffin with butter...acceptable. But this was the look I got when I
dared to extend fingers holding cheddar.
"I feel like I am living the Please, Sir scene in Oliver Twist only it is, Please Momma can I have some
real cheese," I shared with Steve. He offered no sympathy. "You
know how she feels, what were you thinking even offering?"
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