My brother, John, had made an amazing vegetarian lasagna for dinner and I was holding the empty pan. Flower Power was attentively escorting me around the kitchen.
"Really?" I said, totally surprised.
"Yes," said Yuko, nodding, "She will clean it. There won't be anything left. Of course, you have to wash afterwards."
"Really?" I said again.
I put the pan on the floor and stood back. Having a dog who despises vegetables and has a delicate constitution made this show much more interesting to watch than anything on T.V. Flower Power, who was a street dog in the South, can, and will, eat anything without consequence to her digestive tract.
Flower Power attacked the dish with relish. Yuko sat down to help, holding the dish so that it didn't travel. When the little dog was done, I had very little washing to do. I wondered if I could just let her onto the table after dinner the next day to clean all the dishes. What a time saver that would be.