I am currently mad at Willie (our Yorkie), for reasons I won't mention here, lest you think less of the little guy. Charlie, however, LOVES Willie, and the feeling is mutual. Willie seeks every opportunity to play with Charlie, and Charlie watches out for Willie's interests as well.
Hi Mom, just eatin' my dinner.
Mmmmmm, dinner? Meat and potatoes, you say? Looks yummy.
Psst, psst. Yo, Willie, over here.
You got it?
Yup, got it. Thanks buddy.
Oh, let me give you more. Mom hasn't caught on yet.
Again
And again...
Charlie did this for a week or so with EVERY meal. It was pretty funny, because he obviously knew he wasn't supposed to be doing it. Every time we would say "Charlie, no" he would immediately stop and straighten up in his chair, looking very serious...temporarily at least. He did this for about a week, and perhaps (?) due to us telling him NOT TO FEED THE DOG OFF THE TABLE, he stopped. Poor pooch is back to dry dogfood only...
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