Everyone has noticed that I've lost a little weight. I did if for myself, of course, not to please the vet or anyone else. Those walks in the park are really paying off—at least for me. Shane hasn't lost any weight, and we're wondering if he's got a hidden stash of tasty treasures that he snags when no one is looking.
Speaking of which: Saki was here for the weekend. Now, we all love Saki—at least, some of us do for he's really irresistibly cute—but, he has a major problem; that is, he eats everything in sight when he's left alone. Pillows become shredded pieces of foam, rugs disappear entirely, tiles from Italy crack and lose their corners, and—here’s the piéce de resistance, as they say: The other day, when no one was looking, Saki jumped up on the table and attacked a pan of bread dough! Joan was on the phone with Jaaron when she heard the plate that had been covering the dough crash to the floor.
“Oh, no! My bread dough” she exclaimed, distressed.
And Saki growled and jumped off the table. Jaaron was listening to all this on the other end of the phone in San Francisco, and she thought it was very very funny, so she laughed and laughed all the way from the west coast and back.
Speaking of which: Saki was here for the weekend. Now, we all love Saki—at least, some of us do for he's really irresistibly cute—but, he has a major problem; that is, he eats everything in sight when he's left alone. Pillows become shredded pieces of foam, rugs disappear entirely, tiles from Italy crack and lose their corners, and—here’s the piéce de resistance, as they say: The other day, when no one was looking, Saki jumped up on the table and attacked a pan of bread dough! Joan was on the phone with Jaaron when she heard the plate that had been covering the dough crash to the floor.
“Oh, no! My bread dough” she exclaimed, distressed.
And Saki growled and jumped off the table. Jaaron was listening to all this on the other end of the phone in San Francisco, and she thought it was very very funny, so she laughed and laughed all the way from the west coast and back.
Joan patted what was left of the almost-rising dough into a circle and stuck it in the oven, saying that at least it was whole wheat dough and had lots of dates, raisins, and nuts—you know, protein for Saki. Nuts! I don’t know if dogs should eat nuts. Well, that was two days ago, and Saki's iron stomach is just fine. He keeps checking out the table to see if there’s more contraband to be ingested.
Forbidden fruit—it’s the best. Right, Saki?
Best wishes, Juno
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