“I’m not, I’m not.” Jack said as he eyed Missy, whose brown eyes were now trained on his plate of breakfast with a hungry leer. “No, Missy. Not for you.” he told her gently, as the poodle’s long undocked tail wagged at being paid attention to. That normally meant food scraps.
“And of course it’s right,” he teased his wife back, “My knee’s very good at weather forecasts. It’s better then the people on the weather channels, I’ll tell you that much.” Jack chuckled before eating the last bit of toast, before sighing, and eyed his water and medicine.
He picked up the three tablets in one hand, and his glass of water in the other.
“I hate taking these.” he muttered quietly before popping them in and swallowed them dryly, before taking some water.
She turned her head to him, giving him a soft smile and leaned over to nuzzle her nose against his jaw. “I know you don’t but it’s doctor’s orders for your health. I want to make sure you live to be 200.”
His breakfast done, Katelynn reached over for the tray and food, scooting off the bed and groaning when a bone popped. “I’ll go wash the dishes really quick and then we can get ready to take Missy out for a walk. You rest up in bed okay?”
She leaned down to kiss his head again before moving for the kitchen.
“Hey, I’m not an invilid…!” Jack called out to her, pushing the blanket down just a Missy was approaching him to probably plop down over his lap as she was often to do. He swung his legs out of the bed and eased his sockless feet into the slippers tucked by the bed. He pulled himself to his feet, huffing a breath as he does and grabs his dressing gown that hung by the door.
“Katelynn, come on… let me help you.” he said as he followed her through into the kitchen.
Behind him, Missy leaped down off of the bed with a grunt, and hurriedly followed him.
Jack Maple 