Antoinette Goes to Cooking School

The dogs sleep in the kitchen at night. The only thing they've chewed up in months has been Attila's dog bed. Everything else has been safe.

However, Antoinette changed all that last night when she decided to pull my two prettiest cookbooks off the shelves, out of a choice of a hundred, and chewed their bindings off.

One of them holds the coq au vin recipe . . . was she precient, and trying to spare the cock his fate by destroying the recipe?