Sunday, September 18, 2005
Dinner
Anton sits on, yes on, the table for dinner sometimes. Or, at Katie or Joe's seat. If I go near their seat, they tell me to go lie down. Katie caught me with just my paws on the table the other day and yelled at me. Not fair. He'd better at least not try for my place under the table.
Anton sits on, yes on, the table for dinner sometimes. Or, at Katie or Joe's seat. If I go near their seat, they tell me to go lie down. Katie caught me with just my paws on the table the other day and yelled at me. Not fair. He'd better at least not try for my place under the table.
