Carrots!

Deb:

The sound that brought Freckles hopping to the kitchen doorway was my husband opening the refrigerator door. Unfortunately, Scrambles also recognized that sound or else the sight of Freckles hopping across the room bought his inner curiosity out and he barked. Freckles froze in her tracks.

I grabbed Scrambles’ collar as he tried to jump to the floor from our comfy seat on the couch. I pushed him back in place and called to my husband. “You’d better bring two of whatever you’re getting. Scrambles is going to want some.”

My husband peeked around the corner with a carrot in his hand. “Scrambles won’t want a carrot,” he said.

“If he’ll eat bok choy, he’ll probably eat a carrot,” I replied and then explained what had happened.

My husband set the carrot down for Freckles and disappeared into the kitchen. He walked through the door a couple of seconds later with a carrot for Scrambles, who strained as I pulled on his collar until he had the second carrot safely settled in front of him.