Little Miss Perfect
This posting is for those of you, like me, who parent a dog that’s still a work in progress…and will be for the foreseeable future.
And for Beth, whose collie Maya counter-surfed goodies at my home during a recent visit.
The news? Kayti The Perfect has gone down.
So, when we stopped by a furniture store a few weeks ago and he purchased a loveseat so they could sit together to watch television, I took it in stride. And when the vet specialist helping manage her allergies said a diet of freshly cooked pork and potatoes was the best way to resolve a recurring rash, he began cooking.
That’s really where this story starts.
Last Tuesday, Kayti grabbed a cooling, five-pound pork roast off his table and carried it to her pillow-bed in his office. “It still had the fork in it,” he puffed. To which I responded, “So, now you’re telling people she eats with utensils.”
The Brit is not perfect. Which makes my chocolate Lab Bridge—who has just graduated from being The Wolverine to The Water Buffalo—feel much better. Because, just this morning, she read the following headline and she’s still moaning about being an underachiever.