As I made my lunch a few minutes ago (more on that in the next post), the two dogs who are home with me (Mo'i and Lea) were watching my every move. They acted as if they hadn't been fed in months, but since I had personally fed them just last night, I knew this wasn't true. But Lea got to me anyway, because while she's still in great health, she's old enough now that her main joys in life are (a) sleeping, and (b) eating.
So she gets extra “treats” from me frequently. I've tried to be creative in what I get her, to give her a little extra enjoyment. I may have hit an all-time high today. I took a couple of pieces of genoa salami (which she was acting very interested in) and blended them with a few ounces of milk (a well-known favorite). Then I warmed that slightly in the microwave, and broke up a piece of potato bread crust into it. I let the bread soak, then gave her the bowl.
When you know a dog as well as we know Lea, it's easy to tell when she's happy. Lea was happy as she ate that bowl of doggie joy. Her tail was wagging, and she came over to see me every few laps – just to say “thanks” so far as I could tell. When she was all done, I was treated to five minutes or so of a very affectionate old dog acting like she was a puppy again.
Glorious. And an absolutely wonderful antidote for the chore I'm working on today.
Thanks, old girl...
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