Negotiating with Cookies – To Glaze or not to Glaze

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“Look, Fleegle,” I say, pointing at a chocolate lab on the far side of the park. “That dog over there could be your twin.”

“I don’t look like that. He runs like he’s full of donuts. I’m much more svelte and graceful than that,” Fleegle says as he licks bits of sugar glaze off his lips.

“Those cinnamon twists are better when glazed, don’t you think?”

He nods agreement. “We should make sure and do a taste test by eating one with glaze and then one without right after.”

“Or you could eat them at the same time, alternating bites.”

He wags his tail. “Oh, that’s a good idea.”

“And then I’ll toss the ball for you and you can show me how graceful you are.”

He ignores my sarcasm. “I met a ballerina at the dog park the other day and she told me her favorite food was pizza. She said it filled her with grace.”

I shake my head. “That’s not how I remember it. Aren’t you talking about that French poodle with the wicked haircut that had gas?”

“I’m pretty sure she said grace.”

“I was glad we were outdoors. When was the last time I cleaned your ears?”

“Did you know donuts are a natural preventative to wax build up in the ear canal?”

“There’s nothing natural about donuts, Fleegle, and don’t try to change the subject.”

Fleegle sniffs my shoe. “You stepped in something.”

“I did not.”

He sniffs my other shoe. “Oh yes you did, twice. I bet that ear cleaner is good for shoe cleaning too.”

 

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Negotiating with Cookies – Two-seater

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“Look at that car, Raud, it only has two seats. One for you and one for me,” Fleegle says as we walk passed a little red convertible with the top down. “And someone stole the top.”

“It’s not stolen, just folded back,” I say.

“Ooo, I like that. Does the top on our car do that?”

“A convertible Element? That’s a thought, but sadly, no it doesn’t.”

“I think we should get a little read car with no top and two seats.”

“What if it rains? This is Portland, though this drought makes it feel otherwise.”

“I’m a Labrador, Raud, what do I care if it rains.”

“What if we get another dog? Where would she sit?”

“We’re getting another dog? Oh boy, are we doing that today? Let’s get a yellow Lab. I love blonds.”

“Fleegle, I said, what if .”

“What if what, Raud? What if they don’t have any blonds? Don’t worry, I’m sure they will. We’ll have to come up with a name, unless you’re already set on something. Is there a female version of my name, like Fleegle-la-la?”

“Princess Fleegle?”

“Call her that and she might start thinking she’s better than us.”

“Zoe, Sadie, Daisy, you know two or three of each of those. We’ll have to come up with something original, but what am I thinking, I said what if.”

“I think you should forgo the little red car with no top and two seats, because with me and Fleegle-la-la in it there won’t be any room left for you. But you could always get her and me a self-driving car. We might want some privacy.”

“I wonder where the navigation computer will take you when you say, ‘Woof-woof.’”

 

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