Camo

It's just about bedtime; I'm stripped down, ready to crash. I was a bit hungry, though, so I went into the kitchen for a snack. When I finished, Buster was gazing at me, waiting for a treat. (Gracie had her head in the dog bowl, but she knows when to turn around and get hers.) I pulled out a couple of the Alpo Variety Snaps that they like and handed one to Buster. As he took it, a piece broke off and landed on my bare foot.

He couldn't find it. (I suppose the smell of the treat was drowned by... other smells, and its color isn't that different from my skin's.) I had to stand there, motionless, while he hunted about. He did, finally, spot it and lipped it up.

It's always hard to tell these little dog stories and make them as funny as they are while in progress. But I'll keep trying.