It was all my fault: I believed her when she seemed to say with her sweet, sincere eyes, “Help me. I am starving.” Inevitably she ballooned over time.
A vet said, “She’s got to go on a crash diet. Now,” and provided diet instructions on a green page from a prescription pad. I followed the instructions religiously. The plan worked.
I learned the hard way, at the expense of my dear pup, that a dog is a hedonist.
THE WICKED SMILE
by Mary Oliver
“Please, please, I think I haven’t eaten
What? Ricky, you had a huge supper.
“I did? My stomach doesn’t remember.
Oh, I think I’m fading away. Please
make me breakfast and I’ll tell you
something you don’t know.”
He ate rapidly.
Okay, I said. What were you going to
He smiled the wicked smile. “Before we
came over, Anne already gave me my breakfast,”
Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble.
A dog is a true and loving friend. A dog
is also a hedonist.