Toxic relationship, you need to learn to say "NO".

Try it, it only hurts the first time, after it works, you won't feel bad about it at all.

Ducky got out of the bed, stared at me for a minute and observed I was not eating. His nose wrinkling and up in the air as he patrolled the kitchen to make sure I wasn't cooking. After two circles around the kitchen he gave a quiet woof and curled up on his chair. He says there's nothing going on here of interest so he will sleep.

Besides being the entitled spoiled breed. Hugs to Ducky from chonk and me were off for our morning walk.

He is large for his breed at 23 pounds.

Fuzzy follows. He figures that the odds are automatically in his favor for him to get something.

He is an older boy now and doesn’t hear very well but that doesn’t stop him from begging. He also wants a cookie when he goes out and when he comes in.

It also doesn’t stop him from running outside to bark at the feral cats on the other side of his fence. He HATES those cats.

We’re heading to park.

Back at you from the Fuzz-man and us.

Is angry because I brushed a knot out of his tail.

The evil sin of NOT neglecting the Maltese Over Lord.

Every single time I go to the refrigerator, she thinks (hopes!) I'm going to make a sandwich and she suddenly appears, out of nowhere, to sit and either meow piteously or look up at me with those big, sad, kitty eyes. She is so mistreated.

P.S. I've posted about this elsewhere; sorry to those who've already read about it.