A piece of Finish Pancake custard tumbled off my fork, fragmenting into three pieces to divert my attention as one bypassed my guard and flew to the ground next to our hound’s crate.
I thought to myself, “Perhaps this is an opportunity to share the delicacy with her…” while noting how absorbed she was in playing with and conquer-chewing the larger, edible plastic bone normally reserved for our wolf.
Then I realized this could tempt her to want more, anytime she would smell my cooking it and see me eating it.
I paused, with prudence, to further examine the idea as I cleaned it up without her noticing.
Whereupon I realized that maybe, I am in this same position.
Candid Corvid Productions 