Today, I made dinner rolls from scratch. Yummy, scrumptious, perfectly poofy and sweet rolls. They were supposed to be part of our dinner and my main inspiration for making dinner.
Bad Pants pulled them out of the oven when he noticed that the timer on the stove said “End” and I clearly hadn’t heard it go off. Lucky, I suppose, as he’s saved them from burning.
We each tried one, hot from the oven. They were… heavenly! The best I’d ever made! So, BP put them to cool on the counter, covered with a clean dish cloth. He went back to his office to finish up some work and I, I went out to feed the horses and check Casey over since he seemed a wee bit lame.
Bad Pants came out to help me after about 15 minutes. We spent another 10-15 minutes with the horses and came back in. He asked, “Honey, where are the rolls?”
“On the counter where you left them. Why?”
“Um, they’re not there now”.
Instantly I KNEW. My good dog, this sweet face:
This wonderful dog who helps me day to day, this dog who got upset with her daddy when I was sobbing yesterday (over Freya- she blamed him for my upset), this same dog who put herself between him and I, crawling into my lap and warning him away from me. This same dog who HAS NEVER counter-surfed ever before,
Yes! This dog, the one Aunt Krissy called a “marshmallow”. The dog who cuddles with me every morning after Bad Pants gets out of bed. The dog who has taken care of me when I’m an emotional wreck and who tells me when somebody is at the door, or when a “friend” shows up hopped up on something.
Roxie Lynn ate my dinner! She almost became a new pair of shoes.
Could you stay mad at that face? Me neither!
From now on, I’ll push the rolls back away from the edge of the counter.
No more rolls for you, Roxie Lynn!