I was working at my desk late this morning. Josephine came in and did her little eye-batting, butt wiggle, nose whistle thing that she does when she wants me to go with her to accomplish something: open the door so she can go out, come to the dining room because dinner is ready and they’re waiting on me, or look at something she’s trying to tattle-tale about. So I got up and followed her out of the room.

But she went right past the laundry room — where the door to outside is — going straight on. She glanced back over her shoulder with those big eyes of hers to be sure I was still in tow, tail swinging madly when she saw I was. She danced into the kitchen, bore to the right and stopped in front of the stove.

“They’re cool now Doug. Time for SAMPLES!”
“Right you are darlin, right you are.”