Dog Food...

We have a very patient dog. George tolerates it when Jillian and Jake give him hugs and kisses. He tolerates it when Jillian holds him around his neck and he has to stand and hop around on his back legs to keep up with her, as she drags him around. He puts up with Jake stepping on him to get on our laps. He puts up with a lot. He's especially tolerant of Jake at meal times.

When Rick gets home from work, its Jillian's job to feed George. As soon as she does, Jake comes and parks himself right next to the food bowl. Jake picks the food out of the bowl and hands it to George, occasionally eating a piece himself. Yeah, the boy eats dog food. I guess its only fair, because when we eat our dinner, George parks himself next to Jake, wanting to share.

A boy's gotta wash down his food with a drink of water....