I set my book down in my lap. “Fleegle, why are you staring at me.”
“It’s time to eat, Raud.”
“No, it’s not. It’s not even eleven yet. The earliest you get lunch is eleven-thirty.”
Fleegle isn’t convinced. He rests his head on the floor, but continues to stare at me. I go back to reading, but every time I glance over the top of my book, he’s still staring and I start having trouble remaining focused on my book.
“Fleegle, stop staring at me.”
He lifts his head from the floor. “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.”
“Never mind.” He rests his head on his paws.
“Your Jedi dog tricks aren’t going to work on me.”
“You can go about your business.”
“I will.” I get up to leave and Fleegle follows me into the kitchen where I find myself scooping an extra large portion of kibble into his bowl.
“Now move along,” he says and starts to eat.
“Yes, Master Fleegle.”