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Negotiating with Cookies – Werecats
While sharing the couch with Fleegle and watching television, I say, “Fleegle, you know what I envy about you?”
“Beside my cold wet nose and paws scented like Fritos, no, tell me.”
“When you worry, it’s always about something immediate, and then it passes. You never waste your time worrying about tomorrow.”
“I can’t worry about something that doesn’t exist. I don’t worry about werecats, do I?”
“Like werewolves, but cats?”
“Yeah, because they don’t exist, just like tomorrow doesn’t exist until it gets here. And what’s the point worrying about the now? It’s much easier to deal with the now than worry about it. Maybe you just like to worry.” He rolls onto his back. “I think I’ll take a nap.”
“Sleep tight, don’t let the werecats bite.”
Fleegle looks at me, then hops off the couch. As he heads toward the bedroom, he says, “I’m going to nap on your pillow. It soaks up drool better than mine.”
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Negotiating with Cookies – Sniff-Sniff
I’m sitting in the den with a sketchpad drawing cartoon dog faces when Fleegle comes in and starts sniffing my legs and knees and staring at me with his head tilted to the side.
“Why do you keep sniffing me and looking at me like that?” I asks.
“You are Raud, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Of course I am. That’s a silly question.”
“You don’t smell like him.”
“Well, I did change my brand of soap this morning.”
“I’m not some dumb puppy that can’t figure that out. You’re back to using Ivory again. It’s not your soap. You smell, well… alien.”
“Oh alright, I’ll tell you. When I went out last night, I ate garlic pizza.”
Fleegle plops backwards onto his haunches. “You had pizza without me? Who ate all the crust? Did you give it to some other dog? Now I know you’re not Raud. He would never do that to me. You’re an alien for sure,” he says and struts out of the den.
“Where are you going?”
“To the kitchen to check on the alien egg thingy. Maybe it hatched and you’re the result. Pod-Raud.”
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Negotiating with Cookies – Chowder
As I pour hot water into my tea mug, Fleegle drops his rawhide chew flip into his water bowl.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He stares at the rawhide soaking in the water. “Letting it steep for 3 to 5 minutes.”
“Like my tea.”
“Oh, but much better than your tea. That’s like comparing thin broth to chowder.”
A little while later I’m in the den with my mug of tea on the table next to my chair, when Fleegle walks in and drops his gooey half chewed rawhide into my mug.
He looks at me and wags his tail. “Here, give it a try. You’ll love it.”
I look at him nonplussed.
“Ah, poor Raud, you must be on a diet,” he says and scoops his rawhide out of my mug with his tongue. “Mmm, I taste honey.”
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