“Hey Luce, wanna go out?”

Lucy runs to the front door.

“Oh no you don’t. Time to go pee, you don’t go pee out front.”

She runs into the kitchen, as I reach to hook the leash on her collar, she does an about face and races back to the front door.

“Get back here!”

She bows.

“Come on.”

She saunters to the kitchen. I reach for her and she’s off like a shot.

“Lucy! Quit playing games. It’s time to eat and you need to go out first.”

Lucy explodes into a wild gallop, slides into home at my feet, and waits for me to hook her up.

Food. It’s always food.