Mom and Aunt Judy took me to the park. I wore my Seek jacket. I Seeked. I found the cheese!
And later after my Seek jacket was not on me, Mom played the Cheese Game.
She calls it the Article Game, but it's really the Cheese Game.
I find the dumbbell with the cheese. I lick the cheese. I lick it all gone. Really all gone. And I lick some more just in case I missed any. Then I bring the dumbbell back to Mom and she give me MORE cheese.
She says I lick and lick and lick. And lick. She says it takes forever for me to lick off all the cheese. Even though it's just a dot of cheese. Smaller than my Zuke's. Smaller than the part of my toenail Mom just Dremeled off.
Mom says I am thorough. I lick off every last molecule. Whatever that is.
Then we play again. And again.
Today, Mom changed the rules. She didn't put a dot of cheese on Find Mine every time. But I HADN'T licked off every molecule. I still found the cheesey one. I found it in the back of all those other not-cheesey ones. I Found Mine. And I got more cheese!
Zoe dug open the fence. She pushed a board. She pulled a board. She chewed. She wiggled. She shoved. And then she escaped.
She told me not to tell.
I didn't. I didn't tell.
But Mom went to feed her and couldn't find her. Anywhere. So Mom went to find her.
Zoe said she went far away. She went through three holes in three fences and an open gate. And she didn't let the last people catch her. They saw Mom looking for her and called to Mom. They couldn't catch Zoe to read Mom's phone number on her tags. So Mom went to find her and heard the neighbors call.
Mom found her. And Mom finally caught her. After a chase. Mom dragged her back down the street to my house. Zoe was bouncing. Mom was limping and bleeding. She smelled not happy.
Zoe smelled not happy, too. She was hungry and thirsty and not happy to be caught. But she was happy to find her supper when Mom brought her home. And put her in jail.
I wasn't happy Zoe was home.
I spent all the time it took Mom to find Zoe barking. I was barking at Zoe's veal necks and chicken thighs. They were in her dog box. They were just...out...of...reach. My reach. I dug. I barked. But I couldn't get a second supper.
Mom said she could hear me barking in frustration all the way down the street. Where she found Zoe.
Maybe Zoe will take me with her next time and I will find MY supper in jail, too. A second supper.