She's on the hunt.
Prowling the house, Wendy Dog checks everywhere for hints of food. She searches the waste basket for containers that held anything edible, the sink for food remains, the floor for crumbs. Apples, mangoes, strawberries, carrots, mushrooms, a lick of butter--anything left out on the kitchen counter, including the pastry brush, a wooden spoon, or a dirty napkin or soiled dish towel.
In the night kitchen, Wendy Dog reverts to the wild and becomes a ravening beast, scavenging for sustenance. But come the morning, she is a sweet and docile house dog, meekly sitting and waiting for her kibbles.
We'd never know except for the pile of walnut shells around her pillowed bed.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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