I sit here quietly watching you eat that lovely cheese. I smelled it in the car. You know I love Morbier. Drop a piece. Come on... drop it... pleaaaaaaase...
Almost. Dang. Woman, how much of that can you eat? Calories... waist... fat? Ok really now...
Pfffft. She is oblivious to everything. She in cheese zone. I can't believe she is not sharing. How rude.
And why are you taking my picture? Need to document my torment? Is the human rights commission handling this sort of torture? Oh right, as if . We do need a Canine Rights Commission. Please, go away....I am humiliated enough. And I thought she loved me....
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Oh Vie! That second picture? There is no way the Mama could resist that look. The eyes? The smile? Ha! She wouldn't last a second. I can't believe your Mama didn't share...what a hog!
She ...eventually shared I think her guilt ruined the taste of her cheese. And I found out I like buttermilk blue cheese! A lot...
Aww, 'Vie! That is so sad that you didn't get any chese!
A quick, sharp back can sometimes cause the humans to drop food
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