Ferris followed me through the kitchen, whacking at my leg with her paw every couple of steps.
I finally stopped near the breakfast table and turned around.
She looked up at me with something dog owners will know as "the face."
"Did you feed the dogs?" I said to Anne, who was on the other side of the kitchen chopping lettuce for a salad.
"Yeah," she said.
I looked down at Ferris, who had begun wagging her tail.
"Why are you looking at me with that face?" I said, in something dog owners will know as "the voice."
"It's her 'just in case' face," Anne said.
"Just in case?"
"Yeah. Just in case you want to love on me . . . just in case you want to give me a treat . . . just in case you want to take me outside to play . . ."