She knows!
Mom knows how much I love the bacon, yet ever so often she fries some up and I barely get a smidgen of what she served herself.
Oh! I see one piece dangling in sweet savory glory off that plate. She’s watching me and I am giving 100% begging eyes.
Nothing.
I head back to my bed. Yes. I am going to lie here and pretend I don’t want it.
Nothing.
Maybe I can pick on the cat to distract her. No. That always ends in time out.
I hopelessly plop my head back down.
Ding Dong!
The doorbell! My ears perk, who could it be?
But wait.
Bacon!
Unattended bacon 12 o’ clock but I run to the door to make sure mom is safe. It’s Trudy from across the street. I like Trudy so I jump and bark to say hi but mom shoos me away and steps outside.
Rude.
But wait!
This must be a sign! Oh please be a sign.
I stalk over to the unattended plate and the rest is history.
So here I am in time out; but it sure was worth the taste of bacon.
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Julia Alfred
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