Day 36

by angisullins

Dragonfly Cafe, 3pm, Taos.

We eat out alot. And we mostly go where Izzy can tag along, so we dine patio-style with some frequency. And this look right here? This Oliver-Twist-Please-Sir-Can-I-Have-Some-More look? Is the reason why the waitstaff of Taos will breathe a sigh of grief and relief when Izzy passes from this world. For this look has single-pawedly cost hundreds upon thousands of dollars in handouts, tidbits, sides, scraps and other furtive royal treatments we humans can only envy.

Hand over the bacon, pal. Resistance is futile.