DAWG: I smell eggs. Gimme!
ME: You already had your breakfast. This is mine.
DAWG: I smell potatoes. Gimme!
ME: You already had your breakfast. This is mine.
DAWG: I smell bacon. Gimme!
ME: You already had your breakfast. This is mine.
DAWG: Bacon! Bacon! Bacon! Gimme!
ME: No. Stop begging. You were brought up better than that.
DAWG: I WANT BACON!
ME: Fine. But only half a strip.
[Dog Gobbles up bacon like he's starving despite the fact that he eats better than most people I know.]
DAWG: Gimme more!
ME: No.
DAWG: More! More! More!
ME: No. No. No.
[Dog puts on sad face. Lies on his belly head between his paws. Looks up at me forlornly.]
ME: Fine. You can have this other half. But no more.
DAWG: Yum!!! I love you Uncle Mario! I do! I really do!
DAWG: I want to bark at nothing, now. Let me outside.
ME: Let me finish my breakfast.
DAWG: I want to go out right now and bark.
ME: You can wait.
DAWG: You don't give me bacon; you don't take me out; you don't let me bark. I hate you.
ME: You'll get over it.
DAWG: No, I won't. I will hate you forever.
ME: Sure. Whatever you say.
DAWG: Ric loves me more. And I love him more.
ME: Ok. I'm sure I will get over it.
[Finishes up breakfast. Let's dog out. A few minute later.}
DAWG: Let me in!
ME: Ok. I'm coming.
DAWG: Hurry it's cold!
ME: I'm coming. I'm coming.
[Opens door. Dog runs inside. I sit down for a moment before preparing for tonight. Dog jumps in my lap.]
DAWG: I love you Uncle Mario; more than Uncle Ric; more than anyone.
ME: Awwww. I love you too.
DAWG: Got some bacon?
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