I was fixing up my dinner tonight (baked potato), and I was planning on putting leftover bacon on it. The potato was all set: it was nuked in the microwave, with butter and cheese on it, flavored with salt. I reach towards the bacon and what do I see out of the corner of my eye? My dog is eyeing the bacon, drooling. Okay, how is this fair? My dog had already had a little bacon, and now she wanted more bacon? Ahhh…all right. Take the bacon. As any dog lover knows, it is hard to refuse a dog when she is looking up at you with those sad eyes that just scream, “Feed me! Feed me!” Boy I love dogs.
PS: This is not a picture of my dog. I have a bassador.
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