While I wash the dishes Bailey stands there completely still and stares, somehow hoping that maybe there might be food involved. I've shown her the soapy water, but she still hopes that it might involve a treat.
Poor dog hardly ever gets fed. So sad.
Our cats do the same thing. Fiona, the old lady, meows loudly the whole time we're preparing her meals. Complains to anyone that will listen that she has negligent owners, she's being starved to death, she's fading away to nothing, and has hardly any strength left to howl about it.
Posted by: Seaweed | February 19, 2012 at 08:29 PM