I just got done de-boning a truly yummy turkey I roasted this morning. There is something so primal and satisfying about doing that.

Plus, the pot of soup I'm making along with it smells fantastic.

PLUS, there is Bartleby's earnest, "Can you see me over here on my spot being good? This is some world class 'good' going on over here. First rate stuff. And I say this, not so much because the goodness that is me is worthy of note, but that it is goodness worthy of reward."

I swear, if he had actual eyebrows, he'd be waggling them at me.

When I give the dog something like a piece of chicken, he then walks around the whole house sniffing the floor, in case the chicken fairy has appeared somewhere else. Then he comes back and gives me his "I am the most pitiful dog in the world" stare.

PLUS, there is Bartleby's earnest, "Can you see me over here on my spot being good? This is some world class 'good' going on over here. First rate stuff. And I say this, not so much because the goodness that is me is worthy of note, but that it is goodness worthy of reward."

I believe I am familiar with this look.

"Can you see me over here on my spot being good? This is some world class 'good' going on over here. First rate stuff. And I say this, not so much because the goodness that is me is worthy of note, but that it is goodness worthy of reward."

with Tuck it is more:

Can you see me up here on your countertop where I'm not supposed to be? That's because I can FLY. Yup, thassaright. Flying dog. Not going to tell you all the other things I can do but you really should give me that chicken now. Because you don't know what I'm capable of. And you have to sleep sometime. Also? I'm cute.

Then he comes back and gives me his "I am the most pitiful dog in the world" stare.

Ah, closely related to the "I have NEVER eaten food of any kind since I was weaned from my mother's teat. EVER. No, seriously. I MEAN IT. Look at me! I AM WASTING AWAY. I don't even remember what food IS!!!!"

Oh, my cats tell me that sort of thing ALL the time. In fact, sometimes only minutes after actually eating their crunchies.

Silly creatures.

Also - the weather is playing April Fool's jokes: it snowed on my way to lunch today.

Or the OMG WALK WE MUST WALK NOBODY EVER TOOK ME FOR A WALK EVEN ONE TIME WALK WALK OMG WALK dance I get treated to each evening.

Yup, thassaright. Flying dog. Not going to tell you all the other things I can do but you really should give me that chicken now. Because you don't know what I'm capable of.

Now I'm scared.

When I give the dog something like a piece of chicken, he then walks around the whole house sniffing the floor, in case the chicken fairy has appeared somewhere else.

Bboy does this too. If I drop something on the floor, it is as if the floor created it, and therefore might be influenced to re-create it. A little snorgle oughta do it, is his worldview.

butbutbutbut... the floor did make the bread! There was bread there just yesterday! Or... sometime! And it can make more! ... sometime!

Now I'm scared.

Tucker can actually mesmorize people into making scrambled eggs for her. And at 14 can jump pretty darn high. but spends far too much time engaging in the napping to use her talents for evil. she just likes to remind me who really owns the house and who is just allowed to live here.

eta: because she's really a cat in a dog's body.