She had already made sarmies for Alpha and Luan and the dishes were washed.
We’d played ball and she’d hula hooped for ages whilst chatting to Em.
I spent that time very usefully by stuffing my ball under Em’s foot whilst she chatted back.
Yuck Fudges – said Em – your ball is all wet and slobbery!
Duh!
That’s when a ball tastes best.
Mom disappeared.
When I went looking for her she was chopping stuff in the kitchen.
She mixed a bit and chopped some more.
Gave her the nose.
Oi!
Hello. Share please.
Nah Fudgie – mom replied.
I’m making cherry cake. I’m sure dogs don’t like cherries.
Looked at her. Right!
I’m sure dog’s don’t like cherries either but seeing as I’m a Fudge I’d like a cherry.
I looked at her so hard and so long that she gave in and handed me a teensie sample.
Licked my chops to indicate that it was perfectly acceptable.
Gave her the nose again.
More please!
No ways you greedy weasel.
Its pure sugar – not good for you at all.
Mom chopped the last bit with a flourish and popped it into the cake bowl.
How rude!
Calling her precious doglet a greedy weasel.
Luan sauntered into the kitchen looking hungry.
Mom told him that the cakes were going to take at least 20 minutes to cook.
He said he could wait – he only had to be at Varsity by 10am.
The timer went off.
Luan and I dashed into the kitchen.
Mom poked a stick into the nearest cookie.
She shook her head.
Nope. Not ready yet.
Luan looked disappointed, picked up his bag and trudged to the front door. Cakeless!
Waved my tail at him.
No worries – I’ll taste one for you.
Bye now. Drive safe.
Eventually the beeps beeped again – the cakes were cooked.
We grabbed a cookie and went upstairs to work.
Meanie Mom took a photo and sent a WhatsApp to Luan.
Then she hefted me onto the bed.
I looked at the cake.
Well! Where’s my bit then?
She peeled off the paper and gave me a morsel.
Seriously?
Is that all you are giving me?
Where’s the cherry bit?
She broke off another bit and gave me some more.
Yurm.
I do like cherries.
