While in the kitchen I dropped a slice of banana on the floor. The four-footed one was faster g thing to the dropped fruit than I was. She happily consumed the fallen slice and waited for more.
Large, hopeful eyes followed my every move as I sliced strawberries and a pear. With no more items falling, probably her version of mana from heaven, she wandered off to flop on her current favorite spot on the floor. She looked as if she was asleep by the time I brought my bow, of fruit to the table.
Looks can be deceiving. This I already knew, but she decided to remind me of this anyway. The phone rang and I got up to get it. By the time I came back the four-footed one was in my bowl of fruit. Eating out of it. Not even using the spoon!
So much for leaving sleeping dogs where they are! Because not all sleeping dogs are actually sleeping. And some have apparently learned how to climb onto the kitchen chair in order to reach the food on the table.
And those eyes that were so large and hopeful earlier didn’t even hold the tiniest bit of shame. Just love and a knowing look that she had gotten one up on me. And my fruit.