tin foil

It is not exciting to be a dog, especially a Maltese that stays at home all day without anyone else there keeping her company. She just sits there all day, watching TV until it gets old. She's only interested in the cop shows because they're interesting and have German Shepherds sometimes.


When the cartoons start playing, she knows it's time to turn off the TV. By that time, the sun's rays should be streaming through the window in the living room and creating a square of heat on the floor. That's probably the best time of the day for her, when she gets to lay out on the carpet and bathe in the warmth. She could close her eyes and pretend the sun was a blanket wrapped around her.


But today, it was raining and the sun wasn't coming out. The Maltese looked outside through the water drops on the window pane and saw something shiny walking down the sidewalk. What was it? It looked bright and silvery, not like anything she has ever seen before. It was being pushed along by the tall one with long hair, the one her owner called Babe. The Maltese barked and ran to the door just as it opened.


"It was raining and I didn't have an umbrella! I didn't want to get wet," the statue said.


The tall one was shaking her head, but she looked as if she were trying not to smile. She started peeling the silver wrap to reveal the little boy who the Maltese shared her room with. "Still! You didn't have to use all my tin foil."


"Mrs. Peterson thought it was funny," the boy said sulkily.


The two humans went to the kitchen, leaving the Maltese by herself again. She sniffed at the silver stuff left on the floor and backed away. It does not smell like a good snack. She ran to the kitchen to see if there was something better for her there.