10 hours ago
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
She's No Lassie...
"That dog thinks she's the boss of me!" he told me indignantly.
No, she doesn't alert us when a local child has fallen down a well; and no, she doesn't always come inside when you call her...and yeah, she'd probably sell us all for a Cheez-It; but I'm quite sure she loves us for us...I think?
But when I caught her rifling through the closets for accessories, I wondered if it was time to have a chat about boundaries.
How does one have a lucid conversation with a creature who snacks on acorns and naps under the coffee table?
I think I'd rather just let her keep the glasses....