Of course Ralphie and I have already long since had our dinner, but we do like to be sociable and join in the fun.
Ralph took the invitation literally and tried to join in the first few times.
He seems to have trouble understanding that he’s allowed to park off and snooze on the table during the day but not at mealtimes.
He leapt onto the table.
Mom grabbed him and put him down.
He gave her his filthy Ralphie look and jumped up again.
Mom snatched him up, gave him a cuddle, showed him the table was full of stuff and put him down again.
He glowered and flicked his tail.
I looked at mom and woggled my eyebrows … how about I eat his face a bit?
Mom wagged her finger at me and said Oi! Be nice Fudges.
You’d think, with a houseful of people that my bowl would runneth over.
But sadly this is not the case.
On the very odd occasion Emma will share a morsel with me, if I look at her sadly and long enough (and drool and slobber on her bare feet).
She does give me loads of tickles and love though, so I’m not complaining about her too much.
I don’t even bother with my boys Luan and Charl – they are lost causes as far as sharing food goes.
Sometimes Alpha will plonk a bit of something onto mom’s plate and say it’s for me – but this is not a common occurrence.
Mom shares without even batting an eyelid.
She never eats anything without giving me a taste.
No matter how teeny the taste.
We have an arrangement – she may eat her dinner first (although if it is something really delicious then she should sneak me a taste under the table).
Preferably she should eat her dinner as fast as possible too.
Then she leaves a little bit of everything, cuts it up into tiny tidbits and distributes it all over the plate.
This is so that I am under the illusion that the plate is full.
We don’t want me to become a fattie Fudgie now, do we?
