Food! CONTINUE to Part VI
“Puppy, puppy!”
I turned at the sound of my name and ran to Maggie, then squirmed under a shower of kisses. Never let ‘em think you like it, I thought, but my resolve didn’t last and I gave in to her hugs. When she finally let go, I followed her feet into the house and heard her say “Good boy, Liam.” Before my baby brain cells even had a chance to ponder who that was, they were obliterated by the sight of a stuffie toy under the table. It needed killin’ and I was the dog to do it.
I turned at the sound of my name and ran to Maggie, then squirmed under a shower of kisses. Never let ‘em think you like it, I thought, but my resolve didn’t last and I gave in to her hugs. When she finally let go, I followed her feet into the house and heard her say “Good boy, Liam.” Before my baby brain cells even had a chance to ponder who that was, they were obliterated by the sight of a stuffie toy under the table. It needed killin’ and I was the dog to do it.
After some meaningful pounces that got that stuffie squeaking, I shook its fabric eyes loose, perked up its nylon fur with a little spit and then threw it across the room. Bad move. It thunked right up against Kelty’s large front feet. Did I say large? Bigfoot would slink away in shame. Kelty raised his head and briefly turned his heavy, sleepy eyes in my direction, then lifted one of those ponderous paws and slapped it on top of my prey. I remembered that look. Game over.
Luckily, being at the stage where my life was still counted in weeks, I had the attention span of a deranged flea, so Clancy’s sudden dash past me onto the kitchen wiped the stuffie theft from my mind. And then I heard the distinctive sound of pans rattling. Dinner! I bounded after Clancy and threw myself at Maggie’s tennis shoes, and ignoring the tempting laces, tried to claw my way up the legs of her jeans.
“Off,” she said, and pushed me gently to the floor. I could see that shiny metal bowl in her hands and followed her eagerly to…a crate. I stopped abruptly, memories of a recent long car ride looming in my mind. Maggie opened the door and I backed away. Nuh-uh. Not gonna. But then she set down the bowl and my nose quivered at the rush of meaty smells.
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Luckily, being at the stage where my life was still counted in weeks, I had the attention span of a deranged flea, so Clancy’s sudden dash past me onto the kitchen wiped the stuffie theft from my mind. And then I heard the distinctive sound of pans rattling. Dinner! I bounded after Clancy and threw myself at Maggie’s tennis shoes, and ignoring the tempting laces, tried to claw my way up the legs of her jeans.
“Off,” she said, and pushed me gently to the floor. I could see that shiny metal bowl in her hands and followed her eagerly to…a crate. I stopped abruptly, memories of a recent long car ride looming in my mind. Maggie opened the door and I backed away. Nuh-uh. Not gonna. But then she set down the bowl and my nose quivered at the rush of meaty smells.
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