When the kids don't finish their food, Max almost always gets it. I know, dogs aren't supposed to have table food. Whatever. She's a good dog. She's not fat, in spite of being fed a steady supply of human food. Surely it's healthier than her food.
Claire, who doesn't understand that Max outweighs her by about 60 pounds, just walked over and took a piece of toast out of Max's bowl as Max was standing there eating it.
Did Max bark? Growl? Try to take it back?
Max just stood there and looked at her sadly for a minute, then went back to eating what was left in the bowl.
Of course I made Claire give back the toast.
Good dog. That's why Good Dog gets eggs and toast for breakfast. That's why Good Dog has her own La-Z-Boy chair.
Best. Dog. Ever.