...Eat what you get. I learned this phrased many years ago from Hannah and Emilie's dad.
So today, there I am, standing in the kitchen staring off into the
distance with my legs crossed in a Hannah-esque pose of comfort. A
smile twists my lips as I watch the little pinwheel outside spin as if
out of control under the wind's strong hand. And I quietly eat my
little cup of sliced peaches.
In nearly complete day dreaming mode, something catches my eye. I turn
away from the window just slightly and spy a coal black fluffy mustache
and long graying brows under which the deep brown eyes were barely
visible as they stared up at my little cup with longing.
An eyebrow raised and the smile on my lips widens as I turned to face
this pleading form who watches my little cup of peaches with the utmost
care as I look from them to him and back again.
"You sure you want a peach?" I inquire with a giggle. In response, he
glances at me briefly, readjusts his seating and continued to stare
calmly at my little cup of peaches.
"You're sure?" Again he simply watches the little cup of peaches. I
hold out a hand to him and say calmly, "Ask for them." Quickly, and
with a good lack of grace, I receive both his fumbling excited paws in
my hand as he quickly looses balance and tumbles backwards to the floor.
I can't help but chuckle heartily at that. He recovers quickly and
returns to stare at my little cup of peaches. With a smile I pluck one
from the cup and hand it down to him.
He smells it; licks it; and eats it in a quick gulp. Before I can put
another spoonful in my own mouth he is already waiting for another
chuck.
Again I calmly require that he ask first and again, though with a good
deal more grace, I receive both coal black paws. Again, I hand him a
chuck and again it is gone before I know it.
My dog likes peaches, and apparently grapes because he's dined on those
as well. But hey, I'm not complaining. Eat what you get, right?
~kaPo
Comments (2)
Sounds like he is ready to go on a rhino trip!!!
Nice images, well written. I can see hie eyebrows, hear the clatter as he tumbles over backwards. Feels like I'm home.