The Nibbler

I've been working in my home office all day and I haven't seen our dog Kaya at all. It's a hot one here so I assume she's sleeping in the cool basement. During the course of the day today I've had breakfast and I've had lunch, still no Kaya. As soon as I come back to my chair with a string cheese and I begin to open the package, she is there by my side peering up at me with her huge black, emploring eyes.

I've never known a dog to be as obsessed with string cheese as I am. She has an uncanny radar for hearing the crisper drawer open and the plastic packaging being pulled apart. I always give her a nibble because I'm so impressed with her tenacity, perception and unrelenting gaze.