…today at lunch hour………..
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……..