Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sweet Miss Sierra Rose asked her momma ta send us some cookies in da mail. They come'd wif da mailman a while back. Momma gives us one of them every now and then when we is really and really goods. This was one of those times. Scout inhaled his and it is gone. I like to save mine to torture him and make him drool.
I sniff mine and nudge mine and savor mine and Scout watches. All he has left of his cookie are the crumbs on his lips and a vague memory of its savory crunch and yummy taste. Then, when Scout is 'bout ready to cry an' make a big, pathetic, slobbery scene like a little puppy -
I grab that cookie and I eat that cookie and I enjoy that cookie like no body's business. WOOF!