On Wednesdays my husband takes the girls to ballet practice, and Lulu (our basset hound) and I are responsible for making dinner. Usually we're having fish or pasta or the like, and Lulu deserts me to sit on the top of the armchair by the living room bay window and wait for a glimpse of Truffles or Carl, the other basset and the Welsh corgi on the block, during their respective afternoon walks.

But yesterday was different. Bacon changes everything.

And so I had a constant companion in the kitchen.

All the stops were pulled out in an attempt to earn just a little piece of whatever was up on that counter. Bassets are notoriously stubborn and do not care much for this "dog-and-master" nonsense, so to actually sit meant a lot coming from Lulu.

After a good two minutes of sitting like a well-behaved dog, she was resigned to the fact that she would have to wait until her sympathizers returned from dance class. There was no point in wasting the energy that sitting up took, and so she opted to sulk instead. At least I think she was sulking. To be honest, she looks like this when she's happy too, but given the circumstances and the flat tail, it's fair to assume she was disappointed that all that sitting up work led to naught.

But then dinner was finally plated, the girls finally came home, and I'm guessing that a bit of corned beef magically made its way under the table as she she slept oh-so-devotedly on Amelia's bed last night.