You stopped eating! That means you’re done. My turn!
I’m not done eating, Doodle. I’m looking at the computer.
But you stopped! You must be full. I’m starving. Give me the rest!
People don’t eat like dogs. We take our time.
Maybe that’s because you never been starving. I thought I was going to die in the before time.
You’re okay now, Doodle. David says you’re getting fat.
Bowooooo! No way! Are you going to eat that or not?
I’m still eating. Be patient.
You’re staring at that thing like there’s food in there. You’re gonna save me some right? You have to. That’s the deal.
I’ll save you some Doodle. I always do.
Because I’m a good dog.
Yeah, right. Okay.
Save me all of it. And let me lick the bowl.
Just a minute. See, I’m eating.
Well, why are you taking so long? Just give me a bite.
You know you’re not supposed to eat from the table. I’m almost done.
Don’t let Mary have any. I’m the best dog. See, I’m in my room. I’m waiting.
Marigold’s sleeping. I guess you can have the rest in your room.
In my room! Yes! See, I”m sitting. I’m good!
Okay, Doodle, here you go. Clean it up good.
My step dog, Doodle, was rescued from the streets of starvation nine years ago by my husband David. When she watches me eat, her eyes shift back and forth from my food to my face. She does the same thing looking at the dog biscuits on top of the refrigerator when she thinks it’s time for a “cookie.” (Yes, I know she’s spoiled.) She loves people, but being obsessed with food, she is competitive with other dogs. Her coon hound baying is so loud, it can even wake up Marigold the mutt who is 16 and practically deaf.
If you like dogs, you’ll find a pack of ’em (including Doodle and Mary) in my book,
This post was inspired by Mary Melange and her talk with Ziva: