Jessie Jane is not happy.
She is learning that just because it is my dinnertime, that doesn't mean that it is her dinnertime. I do not share. At least, I do not share spaghetti with my dog. Not unless I want to spend time in the not too distant future cleaning my rug, as spaghetti doesn't settle well on Jessie's stomach.
I really didn't mind so much the standing and staring at me as I ate. I didn't even mind the way her little eyes followed every movement of my fork. I could live with that.
But when she started barking at me to cuss me out for not giving her part of my meal, it was time to draw the line in the sand.
I now eat my dinner in peace.
Jessie now spends my dinnertime in her kennel.
Grumbling. And pouting.
Oh well!
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