Thursday, July 9, 2009

He's just not that into you

She finds him endlessly fascinating, craning her neck and squealing every time he comes in the room. She constantly reaches for him, grabbing jowls, ears, whiskers and whatever she can grasp before he ducks his head.

And him? Well, he tolerates her. He is ever the patient Lab, silently biding his time until she's progressed to table food, which she will surely throw his way. It is the promise of food falling from the sky that keeps him from snapping her tiny little hands off.

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