Thursday, February 13, 2014
It's A Guy Thing
Bess and I made a quick trip to the feed store (or, as she calls it, the cookie store) in the afternoon and passed a herd of maybe ten deer grazing off the side of the road. It's been years since I've seen so many deer together. Bessie likes to go to the cookie store. The proprietor keeps an open box of small milk bones for the many customers who travel with their dogs. Darned near every pickup truck has at least one canine companion on board. Bess checks me out before I can get into the truck, sniffing for her cookies. I put two on the console between us. She rests her head on them but won't take even one. At home, she'll wait until I unload the grain and then stand in front of me so I can't move until she gets her cookie. She eats the first one, comes back again for the second, which she takes and hides for a snack later. Funny little girl.
Not quite daylight. I hear "da boys" coming up the drive.