Memories of 31 June 1997 #19

Memory of June 31, 1997

Mmmmm….the odor of char siu bao.

Stare hard enough, she must give in to my wish.

Shift the paw, resettle in the seated pose – she cannot, must not, avoid imploring eyes.

The other meal, the one in the bowl, spurned.

Watch the char siu bao – hey, where are they going??!!!

A small whine in anxiety.

Another bite – she does not look.

A paw on her foot – a wet nose against her calf.

Surely a tidbit is coming.

Unbelievable!

The char siu bao have all disappeared.

Woof I am Basil Brush, Basil Brush am I woof.

Boom boom