Tactical Mistake

Does this sound familiar?  You notice a dog in your neighborhood.  He probably belongs to a neighbor.  You don't recognize him, but he seems friendly...maybe a little wary?  You start to see him more often.  He wags his tail when he sees you and it's clear he has a sweet disposition.  You get used to him being around and you start talking to him when you see him--he almost seems to understand what you're saying.  Dogs are fun that way.  Then one day you see him defend an elderly neighbor by getting between her and a group of rowdy teenagers--and growling at them.  You think, "That's a good dog" and decide to give him Thursday's leftover meatloaf (you were just going to throw it out anyway). 

Mistake!!!  You fed him!  Now you can't get rid of him.  Sure, he's an okay dog, but do you want him hanging around all the time??? 

That's happened to me twice--I once got a dog that way* AND my friend Rooth recently fed me, now she's never going to get rid of me!!!  lol

But she's smart.  Hopefully she knew what she was getting into when sent me an irresistible treat--chocolate-filled croissants.  She'd paid attention to my babbling and knew they're a favorite of mine.  I love croissants, adding chocolate to them makes me giddy!  They arrived frozen from William-Sonoma.  Frozen, they looked small.  Thanks to the magic of rising dough, they're pretty big--I was only able to eat four this weekend.  I mean two, I ate two!!!  Eating four would just be silly and wrong  (okay, I ate four--I'm not proud, but they're so good).  I shared them with my family--my daughter is a fan too.  My wife and son both passed on the offer.  More for me.  Oh, I mean more for me and my daughter.  ;)

Thank you, Rooth, for being a good, thoughtful friend--and kind enough to feed a stray.  :)

* I was 11 and a dog started hanging around our house.  It was a different time and place.  Dogs roamed loose where I grew up.  Today when we see a stray, we immediately take it in and try to find the owner.