Tuesday, September 30, 2008
We hear a sound.
Sounds in the kitchen mean food. It means delicious treats for us. We must proceed quickly.
Is it a delicious chunk of beef from a previous dinner? Oh, we love beef. Especially barbecue beef.
No, it's not beef. Baroo. Le Sigh.
Perhaps it is in the treat box.
Maybe, if it's in the treat box, we'll get a cardboard paper towel tube! We love those! We love to chew them and mash them into the carpet and rip them to shreds.
Oh wait. We had one of those already. Whoops.
Maybe it's a chip! A potato or tortilla chip! Oh please say it's a chip! We love chips! They're so crunchy and salty and num num num......
No, no chips.
Wait a minute, Bear. Do you smell what I smell?
Could it be peanut butter?
Oh, if it only was peanut butter! That creamy, salty and sweet paste that haunts our puppy dreams. We crave it, we want it, we need it!
It is, it is peanut butter! Hooray! Oh, she's dipping the knife in. Look at that chunk. Look at that glob. Oh I can hardly wait!
As the Queen, Bitty demands first lick, much to Bear's dismay. Wuffle.
Num num num. Excuse him. He's in a peanut butter daze.
We hear another sound.