Instantly, Steve was being followed by a parade. "Um, this is MY lunch for tomorrow," he told the White Dogs as he blocked Roman's attempt to jump up and nab a "taste."
Quickly the box was shut safely inside the refrigerator but the WDA lingered around the appliance for several minutes...hoping. "If White Dogs had telekinetic powers," I laughed. "Or if they EVER figure out just how easy it is to open the door," Steve countered.
I swear White Dog mumble, "what you don't know."
2 comments:
there may come a day you need to invest in a good fridge lock :)
Uh oh. Sounds like you need to lock that ice box!
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