My parents had a poodle for years before my sister and I came along, and he wanted nothing to do with us either... That is, until dinnertime, when he would sit under my little sister's chair and wait for her to drop her food on his head. He'd emerge from the table, his gray fur full of rice or peas. :) Thanks for the trip down memory lane. (Not-so) sweet Tuffy... ;)
The is exactly what has happened here. I poured all my maternal instinct out on the Austin for seven years and he was shocked when Luke showed up. He would really prefer they go away. Poor Austin and Tuffy :)
...the fact that she drops most of her food on the floor. Don't be fooled. Austin really has no use for her unless she is strapped into her highchair.
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Both so cute! And fun heading!
My parents had a poodle for years before my sister and I came along, and he wanted nothing to do with us either... That is, until dinnertime, when he would sit under my little sister's chair and wait for her to drop her food on his head. He'd emerge from the table, his gray fur full of rice or peas. :) Thanks for the trip down memory lane. (Not-so) sweet Tuffy... ;)
The is exactly what has happened here. I poured all my maternal instinct out on the Austin for seven years and he was shocked when Luke showed up. He would really prefer they go away. Poor Austin and Tuffy :)
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