Dog Blog: Cheese
It’s been a day of confusion for the Little One – aka Molly. My presence – walking from upstairs to down like the thought I need is located in some room, pretending to play a sport, and dancing to rock music because that’s an awesome thing to do – has caused Molly to embrace and also shun me. When I get up to move, she wants to know where. When she finds out where, and realizes we’re not going to be goofing off, she leaves me like we just had a horrible third date and all her assumptions from date one have been validated. Or she just ignores me entirely. Seems the Little One has her own life to live when no one is around. That is, unless you’re making a sandwich and cheese is involved.
I made two sandwiches today: Tuna fish and ham and cheese. In preparing both, I opened the refrigerator door, no one around, and soon found myself the apple of the Little One’s eye. Why? Molly loves cheese and equates “refrigerator opening” with “I’m going to get to eat cheese if I act cute, adorable, sad, lonely, like Tiny Tim.”
Both of my sandwich meals had cheese incorporated into them. Three and a half pieces of cheese complimented my tuna sandwich. Molly got the other half. She nudged my right leg for it. See, you can try to ignore the white bundle of fury fun at your feet but once they nudge you and you look down - deep black eyes piercing into your heart and the realization that you’d donate if the beast just asked for it hitting you like the soft introduction of a fantastic scent – you’re about as useful as a Tomb Raider fan in front of Angelina Jolie. So, yeah, Molly got half a piece of cheese because she nudged me.
The ham and cheese sandwich scenario was different: Molly felt she didn’t need to nudge me; she’d already set the expectation with the tuna sandwich. So when I finished making my sandwich and was about to put away the cheese my decision was met with a meek squeal. When I imagine other sounds like it, I can only picture a baby seal off the coast of South Africa reaching shore while its mother was gobbled up by a Great White shark, leaving the baby to fend for itself within one of the cruelest situations mother nature has employed. So, yeah, Molly got an entire piece of cheese that time.
















