I baked this afternoon.  And I could not convince Boucle that it was a quiche, and not some yummy steak or something.  He kept hanging around….waiting…..

I would motion him out of the kitchen to a favorite place under a dining chair, where he could watch me, but not be underfoot.  And to let him know that there was no food for him at this time.

I would work away at the quiche, and turn my head, and

…there he would be……hanging around again…….waiting……..

…my beautiful sweetie pie……..