April 20, 2020

White Dog waited somewhat patiently for me to get settled in the wheelchair and start moving down the hallway before she started asking me questions.

"Is it treat time now?"
"What is on the dinner menu?"
"What are you and dad having for dinner?"
"How many treats can we have?"
"Can I spend $10,000 to redecorate my sleeping area?"
"Will I get a bite of your grilled cheese sandwich?"
"Do you think it is going to rain?"

"Whoa, Little One, let's back up. Treat time is as soon as I get to the living chair. You each get four treats, like always. Dad says it is not supposed to rain. Kibble, homemade special topping with a bit of bacon. And yes you will get a bite...

...and of course you cannot have $10,000 to redecorate. What kind of question is that?"

"Just testing to see if you were listening. How about $1,000?"