i happen to love plain old homemade bread toasted with butter. that has been my dinner all this week.
someone else loves it too.
yesterday when i made it..i sat down in my computer chair and set my plate down on the desk. i turned to the circling other toast fans and clearly said...there is no way on god's green earth that i am sharing this with any of you.
i reached down to grab a peice and only one half was left...ok who the hell took my toast and how did you get it so fast???!!!
while i was giving them shit..out of the corner of my eye i saw my second peice magically slipping behind the computer moniter....oh.
i guess tula likes homemade toasted bread with butter too.
tonight when i sat down with my favorite thing, tula did not even wait for me to look away. she had that toast with her behind the moniter before i could blink my eye....i tore her off a peice, ate the rest and stuck by my guns..the ever hopeful saints dogs were not getting a single bite.
the dogs think i am mean but..... tula quite likes me....it all depends where you sit in the world...up front and on the floor looking hopeful or sneakily hidden behind a moniter waiting to steal what you can.
tula doesn't try to win in life very often, the dogs try it every moment of every day. so on the occasion that she gives it a try...i really want her to win.
apparently, tula self actualizes with toast....that is ok, i suppose for her, i have enough to share.