Rex is supposed to be on a diet. I tiptoed to the kitchen,
after noting that apparently he was sleeping soundly, in order
to fix myself a couple of slices of toast. Before I could
get the bread in the toaster, he was in the kitchen in begging
stance with pleading eyes and a lolling tongue. He ended up
with three slices of buttered toast. Then he assumed the
position with his head on the floor and his butt in the air
for scratching. When a person gives him a good scratching
session he flops over and presents his belly for some of
the same.

He has molded us and our behavior so that he gets exactly
what he wants. He does this by being such a good boy that
you can deny him nothing. He is a picky eater when it comes
to dog food so that after he eats, he comes in and smacks
his lips so that I will praise him.

Fortunately children are not this wise or they would be
spoiled to death.

Ted is currently painting his picture, It is hard getting
the right paint for his fur since he is a mix of platinum,
strawberry and golden blond. It will be harder to capture
his raffish expression.