March 30, 2021

White Dog was not interested in Steve's offers of bites from his plate; she was saving herself for vanilla ice cream with peanut butter at the end of the meal. I was ok with that; she had eaten heartily at lunch and had her baby food slurry when her siblings ate dinner.  

Bella stepped forward, "I noticed you have a lovely piece of fish skin leftover from your halibut," she said, "May I point out that it is very good for my coat and has all kinds of important omegas. I would be glad to save it from just being wasted in the trash."

Suddenly the entire White Dog Army felt the need to be heard. "I'll help," wooed Zsofia. Bailey seconded with a more empathic howl. Opal chimed in her, "count me in" and Roman begged that I not forget "the poor boy in the dinner crate."

"I just have a little strip," I sighed. Steve passed over the remains from his serving and said "Let me check the little piece leftover for your lunch tomorrow, there maybe some skin on it."

Like a surgeon, with all eyes on me, I divided up the skin. Bella started to object that her piece was smaller than the others; "Bells, you will drop it or forget halfway through you are chewing it and then one of the others will take it. THIS is a piece you can fit entirely in your mouth and enjoy be yourself." I looked around the room, "if there are going to be complaints then I will just scrape them all into the bin. Be grateful and polite."