March 22, 2007

White Dog swooned over the slow roasted corned beef that we had for dinner. She couldn't get close enough to the smell as Steve was carving. We could not provide nibbles from our plates that were big enough or delivered fast enough to satisfy--so she ping-ponged nonstop between us. White Dog was disappointed when Steve gathered the leftovers into a baggie and shut them away in the refrigerator for tomorrow's lunch sandwiches even though she was sitting in a "Wait for A Treat" Position that would have made Jesse proud.