April 1, 2009

White Dog insisted on having a round of the sweet potato I was slicing for dinner. When I gave it to her after several warnings that it was not something she likes, White Dog looked at me as though I had attempted a cruel April Fool's prank. She set it on the carpet in the middle of the living room so that I could see, even from the kitchen, as she disdainfully stared at it. When Steve came home, she tried to trade it for a "better" treat before she even said "hello."