Finger-Lickin’

We hate it when Joan is sick. First of all, we don’t get a walk—just an “out you go” into the yard; second, and foremost, Joan always hogs up the couch when she gets sick. But, today, at last, we went out for a walk. It’s been over a week! I only had two moments of trauma, but they passed with a few reassuring words from Joan and a bored stare from Shane.

Winter is a time for reflection on the couch, licking cappuccino foam, and lying in the late-afternoon sun that throws itself across the living room floor like mini-heat-rays even on the coldest days. Oh, and there’s always watching the dog show on Animal Planet. We like that, too. We don’t get it. But we do like to watch the trainers run back and forth with their dogs. We don’t even mind that we’ll never be best in their show; Joan always says we’re best in her show, and that's all that matters. She’s very sensitive about the negative side of competition. Beauty—it's so arbitrary.

Best wishes, Juno