The dog and I are the only females in the house...well, okay. The cat is female too...but she doesn't count because she's so old, meows loudly at night and thinks she owns my husband. We're not sure about the turtle...never thought to ask and I sure as heck don't want to know how you can know! LOL
Lady is my buddy. She follows me from room to room. She's waiting for me when I get home. Well, she's at least on the couch nearest the garage door...waiting for me. She loves me when no one else does.
She hates me.
At least whenever I make French Dip. Which is an overnight dish that must cook in the crockpot. It involves a huge roast, beef broth, French Onion soup and garlic. You start cooking it 24 hrs before you're going to serve it. It can be smelled throughout the house all night long. It is her favorite little tidbit left on a boy's plate that didn't get eaten but was shared with her.
Lady's crate is in the den...which is next to the kitchen...which is where the French Dip is cooking. I woke up this morning to this:
Her puppy dog eyes full of disappointment...hurt feelings...disgust at the human who would make her smell this scrumptious delight all night long...and not share.
I told her I was sorry. How remorseful I was. How even the guys have to wait 'til tonight to have their sandwiches. But I promised I would share with her. That she would have a tasty treat if she was patient and would love me again.
I think she forgives me!
I hope she forgives me!