Honestly.
Cutter will eat anything. He eats apples, carrots, grapes, pears, tomatoes, anything.
Tonight I was standing in the kitchen looking down at him and I had to laugh. We’d just finished dinner and Cutter had had carrots and dog biscuits and cucumber and he was still relentlessly wanting more.
You’re relentless, I said.
Don’t you ever get tired?, I asked, joking.
Dude, he said, sitting and settling. Tug circled and sat next to him- never a good sign.
Dude, he said again, admonishing me. Think about it. I have thumbless paws. I’m totally reliant on you and Miss Carol for everything in my life.
Yeah, Tug nodded.
Cutter looked at him for a second before continuing. So yeah, he said. I’m real excited when you bring out food. In fact it’s my only excitement, he said. Unless you’re gonna let me drive your truck, he said.
Yeah, Tug said and licked himself.
Jesus, Cutter said staring at him.
Do I have to be a dog?, he said.