Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Not even one bite, huh?

Standing in the kitchen, polishing off the leftovers from dinner at the Mexican place around the corner, my dog stares at me with pleading eyes. By the time I start the last quesadilla, she's moved to the living room where she blinks out with half defeat, half disgust, "You're not going to give me even one little bite, are you?"