Cheese for Breakfast

CHEESE FOR BREAKFAST

Cheese for breakfast and the dog wants his share. So he will sit and stare. It's my cheese for breakfast I tell him, but he doesn't understand. His brown eyes tell me that he is about to starve and his pudgy body indicates to all that he surely is not.

Cheese and sourdough is very good. I love cheese and could eat it all the time, but only certain kinds, and it must be real, not that fake fat free stuff, that even refuses to melt!

The dog has only partially given up. He lays on the floor beside me, and cleans his paws and hopes that I would feel guilty about keeping all the cheese for myself, and that maybe I'll get clumsy and drop some of those wonderful morsels to the floor where he will not take time to even taste them.

What a shame, not to savor the taste of good cheese along with equally good sourdough.

The dog has abandoned his vigil for a mission in the yard. The voices of his world have alerted his fine tuned furry ears that someone, something has had the audacity to venture into his coveted, protected and private world. Which is any place he can see or hear. Never mind the cheese for I am a terrier don't you know and I must go and guard my territory!

Soon he will decide that all is well in his world and he will knock on the back door and demand to be allowed to enter. He wants to see if there is any cheese for breakfast!