Decisions

These are two things that Abe loves: greeting me at the door when I come home and licking the remains off dinner plates. But, which does he love more?

When I came home last night, Sarah was finishing dinner. Abe was sitting next to her waiting for the plate. I opened the door and looked over at him. He bounced five feet towards me, stopped, turned around, and barked. He kept turning in circles and barking at both of us, which eventually turned into a pathetic sounding whimper, “Oh, why don’t you come over here so I can greet you AND get the plate?”

Sounds like a tie.