Dining Table and Door Step

I am a spoilt dog. Did I say that already? I don't eat on my own. When it's time for my meals, I jump up on the dining chair and wait at the table while mommy gets me food in my bowl. And no I still don't eat it. I wait for her to feed me. Hey, I didn't ask to be spoilt ok. I didnt eat for a few days, and then she started feeding me and I thought well, this is easier than me having to eat on my own. She even cleans my mouth and face with water after I am done eating, so that saves me the trouble of licking my face too. I sit at the table even if I want to go for my walks. How do my folks know the difference? If its for food, I just sit there licking my chops. If it's for a walk, i first jump on daddy, preferably his butt, then I sniff the draw where my leash is kept and then I go and sit at the table. See, I have trained my humans well.

The other place I love to sit is at the door step. I sometimes even fall asleep there waiting for something, anything to go by so I can bark. When daddy or mommy open the door, I tear out like mad and rush out to bark. More often than not, my street is boring with little or no activity, but I never lose hope. 8 years and I still tear out of the door like my life depends on it. Come visit me sometime, and I'll greet you at my door step.