Consider the Dog

Earlier this year, her brother by another mother and father died. You'd think, judging by this photo, she's sad about that. She isn't. She recognized that for what it was: the freeing up of more resources for her. Now, as the only dog, she gets all the cookies, all the dinners, all the cuddles. She doesn't even like to cuddle. She likes chasing balls on deserted train tracks, and drinking filthy rain water, and my husband. I figure I'm her next target. If she can get rid of me, she'll have him all to herself. And all the cookies she wants, to boot.