|Caught in the act!|
People tell me that I seem to favor Tobias, giving him all the press, and never write about poor Margaret. Don’t be fooled! Margaret is my darling, and I certainly would write about her more, but the unfortunate fact is, she doesn’t do much. She is getting on in years, and her habits are more cat like than canine. She spends at least sixteen hours a day snoozing, and four preparing for, or recovering from, naps. She helps me with my crossword puzzle every day, and enjoys watching movies. Begging for treats is another favored occupation, but she gobbles up her actual meals in only about thirty seconds each. She wants to be sure that she, and only she, gets it all. She makes occasional forays into the pantry, looking for a tidbit, but usually everything is out of her reach. Occasionally, she hits pay dirt when something has fallen from a shelf to the floor. This often precipitates trouble for everyone in the house, as when she recently ate whole a package of dates. I will spare you the details of what ensued. This morning she had luck in the pantry when a loaf of bread dropped.