This choice: Buddy gets a Five-Star meal • Go Back...Chapter #6Buddy gets a Five-Star meal by: Shalion   Croissants may be tasty, but they aren’t very filling as Buddy found. When the family sat down for dinner, the pale daughter practically having to be dragged down from her room by Peter, Buddy saw an elaborate set up on the great dining room table. Far more elaborate than Dr. Mathias’s single dish recipes for himself, here there was a bowl of corn and a bowl of green beans. There was a big bowl of mashed potatoes and a dish containing something fried and smelling of fish. But the main course was a great platter of browned pastries that smelled of meat, cheese and potato swimming in butter and sautéed onions. Peter’s plump mate sidled over and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Homemade pirogues for Buddy’s new home.”
“I knew you cared about him, Angel.” Said Peter taking a seat at the head of the table.
She crosser her arms as much as her more than ample bosom allowed and said, “I care about you, honey…” She looked down at the golden haired dog lying content and full of croissants in the living room, “Maybe he’ll grow on me.”
She served everyone a plate and the pale girl with the long black haired made a face. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m vegetarian.”
“Yeah yeah, and vegan last week, and the week before that you ate only fish and the week before that, you wouldn’t eat anything white.” Said the mother.
“I can’t eat this.”
“You can and you will or you’ll go to bed hungry.” Said Peter. “As long as you live under this roof, you’re going to be a carnivore like the rest of us.”
The pale child pushed her plate away and let out a high pitched shriek, “You both don’t understand me at all!” She stormed off past him and Buddy moved out of the way of an ill placed kick. Pup.
Peter’s mate sighed and picked up the pale child’s plate, but Lauren grabbed her sleeve as she moved to the sink. “Mommy, let Buddy have it, I think he’ll like it.”
The plump female shrugged and put the plate down on the ground. With the odors coming down off the table, Buddy’s paws practically moved of their own accord. Despite having put away more than two dozen croissants, he easily found room for the little meat pastries, the fried fish, the potatoes and every drop of gravy. He was finished before the cutlery began to clink on the table above. Lying down, belly distended, Buddy relished in the sensation of fullness. The purely animal satisfaction of having one’s gut filled was a pleasing and previously forgotten experience. ‘Well…’ he thought, ‘perhaps there are some perks to being a lazy, do-nothing pet.’ He belched and crawled under the table where greasy little fingers would often hand him a tidbit that kept his mouth and mind occupied.
That night Buddy curled into his dog bed while the heavyset female snored in the great bed behind him. His food stuffed belly weighed heavily on him, however, and he slept more soundly that he had since the terrible day he had let his master down.
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