April 14th 2013 1:03 pm
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Because of my food allergies, I have to make things like bread and crackers myself. Over time, pieces have fallen on the floor, and Geordie has discovered that he really likes my homemade goods. (Since they are basically biscuits, we ended up naming what I make "Mommy Biscuits".)
I have a tough time getting to eat what I make because Geordie feels that biscuits are for puppies, and that includes my food. The other day, I was sneaking and having one of the crackers that I had made. I thought I was doing a good job of being furtive until I felt 20 pounds of muscle start shaking my chair. I looked down to see the happiest, most excited smiling face looking up at me. This wasn't the dog-face that we often see. The one where there is laser vision zeroed in our food telling us that if our attention wavers for even an instant, all that food is going to end up inside out pet. No, this look I recognized from countless toddlers over the years. It reflected a lack of concept of ownership. Whatever Mommy has is also mine because we share everything! Yes, that was the look I saw. Pure joy that both Mommy and he were going to enjoy biscuits. I am sure that Caesar or Victoria would criticize me for sharing with my pup, but there was no way that I could refuse. No, here, "Mommy and I share everything!".
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