Eating my delicious breakfast this morning and I couldn’t help but feel a small presence as four small paws were digging into my stretch pants, a little harder with each bite. That’s right, my dogs are little beggars. Arguably the wost mannerism in a dog is begging, and my pups are pros at it.
You probably look at this picture and think, that is SO bad! But all I can think is, oh isn’t he so cute. I could spare a crumb for this little guy….he wants it so bad he’s in pain. Then on the other leg I have another one….
Buster is very effective in his begging ways. Rather than seeming like he needs the food, he slowly creeps up and gives me the look of despairity. “What you eating there…..hmmm….looks pretty good.” He perks his ears up and squints his eyes. Damn you Buster, can’t I have a meal to myself without such guilt!?
After folding and sharing a bite they both migrate to the feeding side. As you can see I’ve got double doggie trouble to say no to now!
These are my beggars, I shouldn’t feed them from the table and I shouldn’t let them prey upon me, but I do. So I sit and eat my meals with reminders to share while Mike eats peacefully by himself.