Winter Sloth

Because of cold (tell self), morning runs with Jenny have been a bit perfunctory--do not feel like staying out of doors too long and Jenny is all too willing to come back as soon as possible. We have developed a new routine of going straight to the kitchen to have our breakfasts after the run. Jenny has a small bowl of dry dog food. I have a large bowl of Greek yogurt (full fat) with almonds, raisins, and touch of honey. When I'm through with my bowl--have been known to use finger to get off as much of yogurt as can--place bowl on floor so that Jenny can finish the job. Or sometimes fry 2 eggs in large knob of butter--Jenny looks on in steely concentration. After eat eggs, Jenny licks plate. On very cold mornings, sometimes have appetizer of yogurt bowl (Jenny licks bowl) followed by 3 fried eggs (Jenny licks plate). Have been enjoying this routine--though perhaps enjoy not quite the right word when on several occasions notice Pants a bit tight or unfortunate time last week during yoga class when new fat roll on stomach gets pinched during twist--but put these bad moments out of mind when am in the middle of eating breakfast. All good things must come to an end. This morning, Jenny and I are caught. I have put breakfast bowl on kitchen floor she is mid lick when Dave walks in to the kitchen. He is not supposed to be up this early in morning. He asks, What's going on here? Jenny, very, very unhelpfully, makes snorting noise as she pushes bowl across floor with her snout, licking all the way. Say, lightly, that Jenny was just helping me with the dishes. Dave does not find this funny. Nor does he find it hygienic. Tell him that Dogs' mouths are cleaner than ours. He replies that this is an Old Wives Tale. Dog's mouths are full of bacteria, he says, Jenny should have her dishes and we should have ours. See that he is right, but do not know how I will explain this to Jenny tomorrow morning.