Are you Barking at Me?

There are days when she is barking at just about everyone. I have always enjoyed a certain immunity from her mercurial moods by being adorable, but this week she has become an ever more  sensitive upright biped.  This afternoon, she returned from a harrowing meeting and rapped out what sounded to me like a series of ferocious barks all because I ate her Jimmy John’s sandwich.  Looking at her with my soulful brown eyes and, using doggie telepathy, I blamed the indiscretion on Sheena.  

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