We’d finished supper and Pepper was at my heels “helping” with cleanup. She licked the mostly empty bowls that I put on the kitchen floor and also enthusiastically disposed of the remaining shredded cheese and fritos. When I turned my back, she worked on the counter. But the pot of gold? The pot of chili, sitting on the stove. “Why don’t I take care of that,” …
March 12, 2017
by jenniferpuryear