The Dog (pt 8)
Posted on | May 3, 2010 | Comments Off
She went to the grocery store with a smile on her face. This was not a common occurrence and under normal circumstances, would cause some kind of alarm bells to go off in some part of the cosmos. She headed straight to the meat section of the store and bought a big juicy steak for Doone. He’d be happy she thought. She made her trip up and down the aisles of the store smiling at other customers and even helping an elderly woman reach a can of mandarin oranges that was placed on the highest shelf. She was feeling good about herself today. She had on a new hat and she looked good. She had been complimented by a handsome dog. She was borderline insane.
She arrived home to find Doone sitting by the door anxious to go out. He went out as she was bringing groceries in and then came back in on the final trip. He sniffed around the bags and seemed rather enthusiastic. She pulled out the steak and smiled.
“This is for you” she said.
“Nice…”
“I thought you deserved something special. Is there a particular side dish you like?” she inquired as she continued to put the groceries away.
“I’m kind of partial to french fries.”
“Then french fries it is. How do you like your steak?”
“Rare” he said and with that he sauntered off for a pre-dinner nap.
She wondered what this lump of a dog could possibly need with another nap. It’s not like they went out for a long walk today or anything with the rain. One would think he’d want to work up his appetite. So very male to want to just lay around.
Truth be told, Doone was laying down, but watching her every move. . .