March 11, 2020

White Dog is mad at me. She is making her miff abundantly clear by strolling back and forth in front of me and purposefully looking away if I try to make eye contact. Then she walks over to Steve and makes a BIG fuss for him to pet her. "She is using you," I said. "How?" "By trying to make me jealous." "Oh come on!" "Really, she is mad at me." "Why would you think that?"

"Because I gave her some of my cheese blintz, the last bite, she was asking for a taste. Everyone else wanted a taste but only she got one. And she spit it on the floor! I told her that was rude to me and mean to make the others scramble and push for it. So she is mad that I called her out."

"I think you are reading too much into it," Steve said. "Watch," I said and called her to me in my happiest come see me voice. White Dog flashed her eyes at me, turned, and strolled from the room. "I love you, Little White Dog of My Heart!" I called after her.