White Dog shook her head, "those three eat stuff I would never consider. I am surprised that there is some limit."
"Any one want a piece of blood orange?" I asked to those crowded around me as I sliced then quartered rounds for tomorrow.
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| Long sniff. Tentative nose poke. "Nope not me." |
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| "Yuck! What an awful smell. Get me away from it." |
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| "Heck yes! I LOVE bloody oranges; make mine with extra blood! What do you mean there is no blood? Gulp! I am NOT supposed to eat the rind? oh-oh. Will I die? No? Well, then can I have another piece? |
AN IMPORTANT REQUEST FROM WHITE DOG
White Dog sat with me after dinner. "Momma, I can't stop thinking about the horrible situation in Texas. There are so many cold and hungry with not even water...and those are the ones who HAVE a place to live. What about all the homeless, feral, wild and lost ones? Roman lived homeless in the elements during a hurricane in Texas and he is so scarred from his experience. I cry inside to think how many are truly suffering now. Can all our readers join us hands and paws in asking the Universe to protect the vulnerable and to breathe warmth and love to begin the thaw?"
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