When she hits the kitchen, the smells are enough to make you shiver. I sit on the floor and watch her scurry around, hoping she’ll drop something, or reach down and give me a bite.
Today she made these little yummy ribs. Papa just loved them too, and he slipped me a little under the table. That was nice, but Mama had a whole little bowl of meat just for me; it was great.
She knows the way to a pooch’s heart is through his tummy. She’s smart that way. I think she gets to Papa’s heart that way too. We are both so lucky to have her.
I’m full, gotta get some sleep. That is my favorite thing to do.