food

Whenever Marlo is around food the dogs magically appear underfoot. They don’t really bother me or Leta when we’re eating because I guess they’ve figured out that we’re better at getting the food into our mouths than she is. If I have called for Chuck and he is taking his leisurely damn time to come, I just give Marlo a handful of goldfish crackers. Problem solved. Oh the tricks we learn when our dogs are assholes!