November 29, 2007

White Dog brought a tiny leaf bit to trade for a treat. Then she sat holding a dust bunny expecting a reward. "No, we don't trade for fluff," I said. White Dog sighed and dramatically collapsed to the floor. When I duplicated her sigh she shot me a harsh look. Next, she went to Steve who was preparing food for the Sugar Gliders. "It's too bad such a hungry puppy has no food," Steve said archly. "Wait! What is that, kibble, filling your bowl? It sure looks delicious." White Dog walked over to her bowl and peered down. Then she looked at Steve. Finally she just walked away. I guess she did not agree with Steve's food review.