For Michael's birthday today I baked pumpkin pie. Because we wanted to eat it sooner than it was cooling, I put one on the table in the breezeway.
A little later Hannah said she needed to go outside. Hannah is a 3 1/2 year-old rescue 'dale. She enjoys her food but is always very, very mannerly and has never tried to steal a bite in her life -- at least not in her life with us.
As soon as she walked through the door to the breezeway, her nose went in the air, sniffing, madly sniffing. She said, I smell it. Sniff, sniff, sniff. What is it? Sniff, sniff, sniff. Where is it? And she pranced around, nose high.
As she approached the pie, I lifted it off the table and held it like a tray in my hand. I opened the back door for her to go out. She would have none of it. Oh, she said, pie! I LOVE pie. I could have some of that pie. This from a dog who has never in her life at our house eaten pie.
I put the pie on a higher cupboard and again opened the door and invited her to go outside. She went, turning around as if to ask whether I was coming outside with her. "No, Hannah, I have to take the pie inside." And she raced away to play.
By the time she came back in the house she'd forgotten about pie.