Al is such a sucker for his puppy. Daily is pretty spoiled any way, but she's really spoiled now that her congestive heart failure has gotten worse. We feel so bad that she feels bad that she's getting lots and lots of treats. And her favorite is beef jerky. And jerky comes from the big guy by way of the pantry.
So, Daily knows Al is a sucker, er, that he is tuned into her needs. So, as Al was in his chair and on his laptop, Daily came and sat in front of him and stared at him. Every time he looked up, she wagged her tail. He said, "What do you need, sweetie?" And she wagged her tail. "Do you want something, honey?" And she wagged her tail. Then he stood up, and she stood up and wagged her tail. He said, "Well, what do you want?" So she led him into the kitchen and to the pantry door. Then she stood there looking at it, wagging her tail. She wanted jerky, of course! So, he gave her some, of course! And she was happy. And Al was happy. And who said dog's can't talk? Well, at least they can communicate!
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