I've got a bone to pick with you.
I noticed that you had a dinner party last night and everyone ate a big, delicious meal in the diningroom. But did I get invited? Noooo.
Instead I had to sit pathetically next to the diningroom table waiting for someone to toss me a scrap of food. Then I was dismissed to the kitchen to eat the leftovers. I hope you didn't let my wagging tail fool you. I was pretty insulted.
I guess you just haven't noticed that mealtime can get pretty lonely, eating scraps from a bowl all alone in a corner of the kitchen. I think the family dog has a rightful place at the dinner table with a plate piled high with food just like yours.
Here I am last night waiting for someone to notice me and toss me a piece of meat. Doesn't it make your sweet, starving boy look like a street beggar? Don't I just break your heart? If you'll let me eat at the table, I won't stare or whine or drool. Just fill up my plate and forget I'm there.
Just look at me in these pictures and tell me no:
So, look into my big brown eyes and tell me I have to eat leftovers from a bowl on the kitchen floor and all alone for the rest of my days... Hmmm?