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.
The char siu bao have all disappeared.
Woof I am Basil Brush, Basil Brush am I woof.