Her big brown eyes fix on the journey of the stainless steel silver spoon
scooping out a chunk of creamy iced chocolate Soy Dream from its container. They ‘drool’ as the spoon travels back through space where it makes its drop into the mouth of a long dark tunnel leading down to cool my stomach and lighten my soul.
Her eyes then shift to eye my own eyes now reflecting revelry.
“Your dog is begging”, says Rick observing her big brown eyes.
“No, she is not. She’s hoping.”
Amazing how we imprison our pets in a place of helpless dependency,
then insult them further by calling them beggars.