The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

June 7, 2007

Phillip took the boys out while I made dinner last night. (Italian wedding soup, using the turkey meatballs that Scooter enjoyed so much when he was sick.) We collared them up and I sent the three of them on their way. It must have not even have been five minutes when I heard the doggy door and there was Clayton joining me in the kitchen. Yes, they had eaten already, but I guess the smell of garlic and chicken broth was a greater enticement than deer poop. Hard to imaginine, I know. The phone rang in a few minutes, it was of course Phillip, asking if Clayton was in the house. "He didn't even go out the gate," said Phillip, "I could practically see the gears moving while he tried to decide what to do." By this time Clayton had settled down on his little rug and was glancing up at the treat cabinet. I didn't dare give him a biscuit or else he'd never go out in the woods again. He waited about ten minutes and then, almost with a sigh, headed through the doggy door and out to the woods, in search no doubt of a yummy dessert.