Luke hasn’t met my eye-line in hours. While making dinner, I shook a container of Parmesan cheese and the lid came loose. It probably amounted to all of an eighth of a cup, but boy how that Parmesan must have glistened off the tile. Like a little boy seeing his first snow fall, he was absolutely mesmerized.
One of the adjectives I often use to describe Luke is aloof. The house could be full of people, and he puts himself to bed. Strangers offer him treats, and he won’t take them. He’ll run to fetch a ball, and then randomly drop it to take a pee. He’s just not your typical dog…until Parmesan dusts the floor.
He smelled it, licked it, felt it under his paws as he walked in endless circles over top of it, and had there been more, he surely would have rolled around in it to make his best snow angel.
