A Curious Exchange
I caught the dog scrutinizing me,
speculative gleam in his brown eye,
an all-together too human expression.
He caught me watching him, watch me
and reverted to that dopey canine grin,
just before he bolted across the kitchen
to chase the cat, and skidded headfirst
across the linoleum into the dishwasher.
Eyes wide, he glanced back to see if I
noticed before he trotted off to nap on
the bed, nose to nose with the grooming
"She suspects!" the cat whispers to the
dog from behind a raised paw.
"Are you sure?"
The cat swipes paw over one ear. "Not
really... Nah, maybe not. Probably not."
"Good,” says the dog, “good.” He turns
"Nice distraction, the dishwasher thing,"
The dog makes a last turn, settles in. "I
try," the dog replies with a yawn. "I do