Sunday Morning Dawg

Milady's mother came over to spend the weekend and the dog hangs out under her feet. When Meemaw sits at the kitchen counter, the dog is right there, figuring that food might be involved and hoping that something will hit the floor.

Even as hope wears thin, he lays by her feet. He's a shameless mutt. Shameless, I tell you.

I don't know where he got the idea that he could beg for table food.