Every darn time, I go to the fridge, sneak a cookie from the cookie jar, or pop a piece of gum in my mouth, this darn dog.. KNOWS it. Constantly looking for a bite. Oh, that drives me crazy.
Load day #15


Journaling reads:
I don't stare at you when you eat...So, why do you insist on having those beady eyes stare up at me, every time I put a fork to my mouth?
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