Dog Eat Doug by Brian Anderson for February 07, 2021

Continue to look pathetic, girls, and it just may work.

Dad: “Ya know, looking at the two of you sitting there, all sad like… I think you’ve both put on some weight. You could both afford to go on a diet and lose a few pounds. Starting… now.”

It’s “yeah” Brian. “Ya” is for the Swedish chef and for thirteen-year-olds. Two more letters will make you a grown up.

You just can’t say know, to these precious faces.

This is so cute it shouldn’t be allowed. I don’t know if it’s their eyes, or their mouths that work the begging best.

Okay, it works on me. I sooo, want to give them a piece of my toast.

Mine just give me the fixed, unwavering stare. Although sometimes the beagle will let his eyes track the fork, from plate to mouth, back and forth.

1. Hopeful. 2. Kind of hopeful. 3. Reality setting in. 4. Disappointed. 5. Crushed. 6. Hope springs eternal.

I just look at the dog(s), smile, and pat my belly. “Mm mm!” I say. “This is delicious! Maybe the best roast lamb/chicken/pernil I’ve ever eaten!” The reaction is priceless. (And reward is forthcoming.)

My Lab and his little buddy pretend that they’re taking a nap – 3 feet away from the dining table – whenever we sit down to eat. But they always keep one eye open…

We have 4 cats

If we are eating chicken, turkey or tuna we have an audience

Don’t make eye contact, don’t look down. Repeat…

I wish Mr. Anderson would use the team “yeah,” instead of “ya.” Using “ya” makes the user seem German.

No table scraps.