The stress of driving set off my feet, so I'm spending the day in bed reading. Enough about that.
After nearly five years with my furry girl, I thought I knew everything, but she revealed a hidden passion last night.
Unlike her human mama, Luci always turns up her nose at any offering of sweets. She doesn't even like Starbucks' pup cups or ice cream. Chocolate doesn't tempt her one bit. She does the Corgi look of disapproval every time--as in "You actually eat that stuff?"
In my near-empty refrigerator last night, I spotted three or four packs of one of my favorite treats--a cross between vanilla pudding and creme brûlée, excellent with berries of any kind on top. They are packaged in little glass jars as a French dessert--in vanilla, rice pudding, dark chocolate, or pistachio. Day included some of these in a Whole Foods order of food for my recovery days after dental surgery, and I've been hooked ever since.
The little glass pots are great for storing do-dads and paper clips and batteries.
Knowing how she feels about sweets, I've never offered Luci a bite, but last night her eyes said, "Let me try that," and I did.
She got that Nirvana look on her face as she delicately licked the first spoonful, then the next, then the next. I think she has been won over to Sugarland--at least the pudding variety. Now she follows me every time I go to the refrigerator--just in case.
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