White Dog, Bella and Steve share lunch in the office every day; Steve shares bites, today it was chicken and hash browns, as he works. Often he just hands down bites to one side then the other to feed White Dog on the left and Bella on his right. It is an automatic routine and does not interrupt the flow of whatever Steve has on the screen of his computer.
Well, generally not.
But today those of us lunching in the bedroom at MY computer heard a painful cry from the other team. "Stop! Let go! Let go! Bella, DROP IT...PLEEEZ! Then silence.
Bailey and Zsofia stood up on the bed trying to see through the walls. Opal paced down the hallway to the closed office door while Roman thrust his head into my lap and looked concerned. "Steve? Are you OK? What is going on in there?"
The door opened and Steve appeared holding his finger which was quite angry looking.
"Note to self," he announced, "Remember to pay attention when feeding the manic girl with poor eyesight. Bella wanted to make certain she got the entire piece I was offering so she lunged forward like a space shuttle docking with mouth wide open and locked down all of the way to the base of my fingers just to make sure she got every part of the morsel."
Roman turned to sniff the hand. "The skin is not broken but she must have had a darn good grip on the digit. Bet it hurts. Who would guess that little nutcase could deliver such a chomp?" I looked at him and growled, "Be nice."
We all kissed the finger to make it better and sent him back to finish lunch with two words of advice, "Open palm."
1 comment:
Yikes! Pops definitely uses the open hand at treato time here! Play bows,
Nuk
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