Last evening I came home from work and threw a few ingredients together to make some dinner: pasta, turkey Italian sausage, sauce; grapes; left-over-stale-bread-turned-into-yummy-garlic-bread; and milk.  It was really quite a tasty meal.

The other members of the house were sitting down to watch Kung-Fu Panda, which I hadn’t seen before, so I too settled on the couch with my handy little TV tray for my food.  I was sitting on one side of “Lily’s” couch and she came over looking slightly irked that I was in her space.  I scooted over and patted the cushin telling her, “C’mon Lil’ there’s plenty of room up here.”

She hopped up and nestled in (note: Lily is a Golden Retriever and not a small lap dog) partially on my lap partially on the rest of the couch.  I then said, “See, we can share.”

I happened to be holding my garlic bread at that moment and she responded to my comment with a priceless look of longing and with a lick of her chops.  “Yes, indeed, we can share *drool,”–her expression said it all!

I was totally busted.  By a dog.