yesterday when i returned 
from errands, 
wendy was up 
curious about the stuff i'd dragged into the house.
groceries, flea market cloth and a blender  
she drank and smelled the dry food 
(that was sitting there, just in case).
i placed some tuna on the floor.
she sniffed and sniffed, and then ate! 
more than a taste.
so i went to town
bought yucky smelling fancy gooey dog food
which she ate. not much, 
but plenty for one who has fasted so long.
this morning she 
asked to eat again.
and yesterday she barked and wagged her tail lots,
so it seems we are in a reprieve
for a bit.
me, i am learning patience, acceptance.