At My Dog’s Mercy: Just Before (and Just After) Dinnertime
I’m busy writing away upstairs. Last time I looked, it was 4:00 in the afternoon. Suddenly, I hear my dog Tasha get up off the floor next to me, she shakes, she moves in closer, and I can feel her expectant stare right on me. It’s 5:45, and the dinner routine is about to start--just 15 minutes from can-opening time, and somehow ...





