Peeking into the rock

I thought Truffle might be ill because she didn't eat her breakfast yesterday and laid around all day sprawled out and barely seeming to breathe, though she went on a long walk with me and gladly ate all the treats I offered her. She wouldn't eat breakfast again today and it occured to me, she's not ill, she's on strike. She doesn't like the beef type of dog food.

I spent a couple of hours vacuuming the couch. Yes, it was that involved. I'm  a slob so sometimes I have to really tackle things. Anyway, she objected to the noise and barked at intervals until at one point she decided if you can't beat them, join them, and she started howling. Later I decided to try vacuuming her, since I've known dogs that liked it. Since she doesn't like the noise and it has a long hose, I positioned it as far away as I could and turned it on while talking to her of other things so she would be willing to judge the situation without preconceptions. Then I vaccuumed her! She kind of liked it! She was shiny and clean afterwards! I don't know if she will let me do it again sometime.

Whatever scented thing my roommate was carrying as she went past, it was heavenly. Coriander seed? I want it. Nope, she says it's attar of roses. But now I want to put coriander seed in my clothes.

And now Truffle's going to get a nice walk!

edit: nope. she wouldn't walk. One of her hind legs was unsteady. She's really old. Well, tomorrow then.