Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Here is our bad little Blakey, waiting for his breakfast. Lori is sauteeing chicken livers in butter, to spread atop his crunchies. Lucky dog, no? Dish thunks down. Blakey looks down, then up, waiting. He is waiting till Someone grates some cheddar over it. Lori complies. He deigns to eat, finding the dish reasonably satisfying. I told Lori, "I was too tired to grate the cheese last night, but he still ate it." She said, "Too tired to grate the cheese? Fromage Fatigue?" Cackles.