Spoiled Boy

I just ate a pot of chili with chicken in front of Tobie, then got up and washed the pot without giving him any, all in the light of his expectant and then unbelieving gaze. Because…

…he didn’t eat his breakfast kibble and so didn’t even get any kibble for lunch. But he sure had an eye on my chicken.

I tend to be overindulgent, a risk that I suppose is faced by all old people who live alone with a dog. He gets the notion that kibble isn’t good enough for him when Uncle Joel is consuming food ever so much more tasty and sweet-smelling. Well, tough – he can have a taste of my food but when he gets so spoiled by it that he’s not eating his own food – which has happened before and no doubt will happen again – he’s always going to find that it’s suddenly St. Famine’s Day at the Secret Lair.