The Dog Who Came to Dinner

While Spud and I traveled, Murphy was making himself right at home at my mother's place. This became evident when I got back and we sat down to the first family meal.

"Is that chicken, gramma?"

"I'll have the white meat, please...but dark meat's ok, too. Or just the bones."

Brazen sucker, isn't he? A few seconds later, he actually put his chin on the table and got a rap on the snout with a spoon (from me) for his trouble.

And I wonder why every time I get a dog back to the Lair after having him up here for a bit, their begging activity is off the charts.