—She With Whom I Abide seemed a little sad this morning.
“You’re causing her all sorts of heartache.”
—Me? What did I do?
“What haven’t you done, or not done? Did you greet her like a loving dog this morning or did you beg shamelessly for food?”
—A little of both?
“Examine your conscience and you’ll see the truth.”
—But I was hungry.
“You’re always hungry.”
—But it’s worse early in the morning.
“When we traveled to Chicago we heard that you slept until 10:00 in the morning without apparently suffering any damage.”
—You heard about that?
“Apparently, you didn’t even try to wake up her son to bug him about feeding you: no whining or pacing or tail thumping; is that true?”
—Maybe, I don’t really remember.
“It was barely a week ago.”
—Dogs live in the present, we don’t spend a lot of time reminiscing.
—So what should I do about She With Whom I Abide?
“Be available, without all the neediness, and lots less begging.”
—Okay, I’ll try.
—Are you leaving soon?
—Um, no reason, just wondering . . .
“Wondering when you’ll get your next biscuit bribe to head outdoors?”
—Not at all! I was just curious . . .