Simone takes the chip and she walks to the other end of the couch with it just in case I change my mind and try to snatch it back from her. She's not exactly sure what it is so she nibbles on it while one eyeball stays focused on me.
"Momo, you're such a goof," I say and she wags her tail at that.
I watch her and slowly my mind drifts and I start to think about the emails I should be writing. I think about the supper I should start preparing (as opposed to eating chips and cookies). I think about the wheel I need to re-attach to my bicycle. I think about the deadlines at work tomorrow. I think about the revisions I need to do on the house plans. I think about the kitchen floor which I should mop. I think about the people I need to call.
I move over to the couch and sit down. Simone has finished her one tortilla chip so she steps over and puts a paw on my shoulder. I lean my head back and sink into the cushions and close my eyes.
Beautiful dog . . . beautiful story
ReplyDeleteYou've captured Simone, and the moment, most beautifully.
ReplyDeleteLife is good when you can share a Sunday afternoon with a dog. Our new puppy (a stray we adopted just before Christmas) is in my lap, ever hopeful that I'll give her a Japanese rice cracker.
Purple Magpie
look at that face. Such a darling! I can just picture one eye on her person, one eye on the chip. Awesome.
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ReplyDeleteSimone looks so sleepily content on the seafoam couch! Lovely, lucky dog.
ReplyDeleteTo me, Simone always looks anxious, like she does not trust the good things to last. I look forward to a picture with one of these essays that shows she's finally realised that you are not going to leave her alone forever, after all. Maybe even a picture that says, Hey, Food Guy! You're a goof!
ReplyDeleteA lovely story about a moment in both of your lives. Is Simone an old girl?
ReplyDeleteHey Jill, Simone is around three but has white fuzz on her chin and gets mistaken for being an old geezer all the time.
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