I was fast asleep on my rug when He sat at his desk and rustled a bag in the kitchen. My ears perked up instantly.
I trotted over, hit him with my widest, most soulful puppy eyes, and did a flawless spin on command. He smiled, cheered, and handed over the prize.
I gobbled it down without thinking.
It wasn’t a bacon bite. It wasn’t beef liver. It was a raw piece of broccoli.
I stood there utterly betrayed while He chuckled and went back to typing. I had performed for a vegetable.
