The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

July 2, 2007

About halfway through my corn on the cob last night I turned to see this pathetic dog gazing up at me from underneath the picnic table. I think he was trying, either by telepathy or bluetooth, I'm not sure which, to score some of my grilled salmon. I would have none of it. I would like to say that I sent him away but obviously I didn't, I went inside to get my camera because this had definite DD potential. Then of course I felt guilty about making him leave after he had been such a good and patient model so I let him stay. But I didn't, I repeat, did NOT give him any salmon until after Phillip and I were done with dinner. You have to be consistent, stick with the rules, or you'll get a reputation and before you know it every dog in the neighborbood will show up under your picnic table, training their Amazing Kreskin eyes on your swordfish or sirloin tip kabobs and all that will be left for you will be be those boring onions and peppers in between.