We always feed Bailey first, in the hope that she won't beg so much when we eat (it doesn't work). So, I gave her the usual supper, referred to as "The good kind" in this house: Canned duck and potato, green beans, and pumpkin, all heated until just right. She loves it. Then, just because she is so cute, I gave her a cup of kibble stuffed into a cardboard tube. She loves to solve the mystery of getting it out of the tube. Now she has been fed, and fed some more, plus entertained.
I made myself a nice salad for dinner, with a slice of cheese toast to dip in olive oil (Vicki spent the day heaving following a reaction to the latest pain medication, so I was dining alone.) I got the toast from the toaster, came around the corner, and there was Bailey standing on my chair and scarfing down my salad. I yelled at her, and went to whine to Vicki. While I was gone Bailey finished it off by grabbing my cheese toast. I surrendered and rather than waste what salad was left I gave it to Bailey. She cleaned the bowl save for the little piece of lettuce you see on the carpet. Then I got myself a replacement salad, and all the time I was eating it she sat and stared at me, her belly bulging. She is shameless.
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