At 130 pounds, she weighs more than I weigh.
And when I got too busy, I accidentally bought "small" dog treats, instead of large.
All this to say Rosey could GET her own cookie any time she pleases.
Instead, she waits for me to reach for it...hand it to her...say those token words: Would you like a cookie, Rosey? Would you like a cookie?
After which she lifts her very large body up off the floor, pads over to the cookie jar, casts her eyes upon me as if to say "I thought you'd never ask."
(Hand it already...Just hand it.)
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ReplyDeleteSeems they've changed the formatting on blogspot (or whatever its name today)...If you're new to this blog, this will may make little sense without knowing the players, the history...a bit of background on my four-legged family, for which "older post" may supply you a bit of backdrop...(I dunno. I haven't clicked it.) The rest of you probably know Rosey about as well as your own family by now...Rosey, my self-actualized dog.
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