Fleegle stares at the baking pizza through the little window on the oven door. “It’s done, Raud, you can take it out now.” “It’s not done. I just put it in.” I glance at the digital timer. “It still has twelve minutes and eight seconds, seven, six to go before it’s done baking.” Fleegle looks... Continue Reading →

We pull into a parking spot in front of the take and bake pizza place. Fleegle sniffs at the inch wide gap at the top of the passenger window. “I can smell it from here. I can smell pizza through brick walls. Why ever eat kibble when there’s pizza?” “You’re drooling.” I open my door.... Continue Reading →

I end the call to the take-and-bake and set my phone on my desk. Fleegle runs over and nose bumps my leg. “Pizza? You said pizza on the phone, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did.” He runs to the door leading to the garage. “Come on, let’s go.” I remain seated. “Hold your horses. They need... Continue Reading →

“Hey, chunky monkey, how’s it going?” I say to Fleegle as he joins me on the couch to watch television. “I’m not as chunky as you,” he says. “Look at your big couch potato belly. Pressing that remote must give you quite the workout. Changing the channel is like a hundred pound bench press for... Continue Reading →

In my bedroom, I pull off my shirt and put on a different one. Fleegle sits on the bed watching. “Why that shirt? What’s wrong with the first one?” “I don’t feel like wearing it.” “But you feel like wearing that one. And those pants?” “What’s wrong with these pants?” He snorts. “Nothing.” Now he’s... Continue Reading →

As I scoop kibble into Fleegle’s bowl, he spins counter clockwise in circles, with his butt leading the way in a backwards circle. “Keep it coming,” he says and spins another circle. I empty the third scoopful into his bowl and tighten the lid back on the kibble container. I use a small scoop to... Continue Reading →