Hah! Last night I was not so sure.
Mom had made meatballs for dinner.
Sadly, it was for their dinner and not mine.
I could smell them cooking
Stood and slobbered a bit on her foot by the stove hoping that one might miraculously leap out of the pot and into my bowl, which I had surreptitiously manoeuvred right under the oven door.
Every now and then Mom would give my bowl a shove and tell me not to be such a greedy guts.
I would sneakily nose the bowl back into position when she was on the other side of the kitchen.
I wolfed down my supper of pellets and dog food with the smell of meatballs wafting around my nasal passages.
And you know how well us dogs can smell.
Sniffing out a meatball in a football field would be a doddle of note.
Supper time arrived.
I gazed at her expectantly.
You’ve had your dinner Fudges, said Mom.
I’ll save you some but no begging.
Ghah. No begging!
Ask my boy Luan – I never beg. Well… maybe just a little – every now and then.
I watched anxiously… Alpha got three whole meatballs. Mom had two.
Dashed off to the lounge and positioned myself in a good spot. Waiting for my tidbits.
Alpha demolished his dinner rather quickly. Mom took a tad longer. Seemed like she was struggling to eat the last meatball.
I watched eagerly. I’ll finish that up for you.
But she said… Do you want another meatball? – to Alpha.
I stared at her incredulously. Whaaatttt? You are giving MY meatball to Alpha?
Alpha replied that he’ll have half.
I could give the other half to Fudge.
Ahhh… my hero! I gazed at him adoringly.
Maybe he’d like to donate the whole meatball to his darling doglet… hey?
Mom studiously ignored me and plopped half a meatball onto Alpha’s plate.
My tickly toenails! Did you ever?
Glared at her balefully.
Oi! What’s this giving half my meatball to Alpha.
She gave me a look.
Stop whinging Fudges or I’ll eat the left over bit myself.
She chopped it up into little pieces and let me lick her plate.
It tasted as good as it smelt.
