Freckles and Scrambles each finished their stalks of bok choy. Shaking my head over a dog eating bok choy, I sat in my chair with Scrambles resting beside me as I watched Freckles grooming herself across the room. When she was done, she settled herself in for a nap. The excitement over the dog’s theft seemed to be forgotten for the moment. Maybe she’d forgiven him. We looked like the picture of serenity as the calm radiated throughout the living room.
All would have been well, except my husband decided at that moment to come in from outside and make himself a snack.