Slice of Life-23 of 31: Giving a dog a bone

   It's March! That means that I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I am happy to co-host this event with the team at Two Writing Teachers. Everyone is welcome!

I work on my computer. Clare draws. However, Winnie is not ready for such quiet, low-interaction activities. She lies on the ottoman, close to Clare's feet. With a thud, her bone hits the floor. She looks at the bone, then looks back at Clare. 

"She wants me to get it," Clare says. "Except as soon as I do, she'll drop it again."

Winnie stares at the bone, not wanting to leave her perch. I watch to see what Clare will do, and she continues to work on her drawing. 

Winnie also turns to see what Clare will do. 

And then she lies back down, staring at the bone. Maybe she is debating whether to hop down and retrieve it or just settle in. 

I don't get a lot of time with Winnie, so I'm inclined to spoil her. She arrived at our house almost exactly a year ago. When Clare had to leave her semester abroad program, she turned her energies into talking us into a second dog, one that would be hers. I'm of the camp that puppies tend to make everything better, so Clare was successful in her canine quest. 

I got up and handed Winnie her bone. 

"You know that's going to be dropped right back down within seconds," Clare said. 

I did. It was. 

And I handed back. 

It's a game I'll play. 

There's something so joyful about giving a grateful and playful dog a bone. 

Happy Slicing,