It's Friday, mid-day. We're just finishing lunch. Callie is hanging out on the living room rug watching. You know, in case something tasty should fall from the table.
It seldom does. We've been very careful about not feeding her from the table. We made that mistake with our first dog, Collette. Once she got nibbles from the table she knew it was a source of food and she'd beg for it. Collette would put her chin in your lap until she got something, then she'd come back for more.
So if we want to give Callie something from the table, we wait. Then we put it in her bowl. That's where the food is. Unless it comes from Ken's chair by the t.v. She gets the occasional tasty morsel from there, and she knows it. Smart dog.
Un coq... ou pintade... au riesling
3 hours ago