I really don't. All of my previous dogs would literally leave the room if I picked up a plate! Sabi and and I shared snacks in the truck and it was she who invented the fridge tax. Have you ever tried to move a dog that is actively choosing to not be moved? But she NEVER came near the table! And I could get up and leave my plate on the floor and she would not touch it.
Punk has no manners. It's not her fault. I carried her around with me for weeks when she was little. I fed her by hand. And she has spent a large chunk of her life living in very cramped quarters with me. Plus now that she is older I sort of let her do whatever she likes, even if it irritates me!
I fed her a bite of my breakfast muffin once, because she was feeling crappy and hadn't been eating much. It happened to be blueberry. She liked it. She REALLY liked it. So I started giving her a bite in the morning. I offered her a bite af banana bread once. She spit it out, gave me a disgusted look and took herself back to bed. Blueberry it was then, and has been everyday that I work since then.
Over time one bite became two, two became three, three became four and so on. She now gets most of the muffin that is actually my breakfast. It's all good. I needed to lose a few pounds and I love my Punk.
However...
This morning I was apparently not doing things right. So Miss Thing here decided to climb onto my lap and remove the muffin in it's entirety from my possession! To be fair we had already eaten half of it. Also to be fair I could have stopped her but I was busy laughing and choking on what was to be my last bite of muffin.
But she didn't beg!
Punk has no manners. It's not her fault. I carried her around with me for weeks when she was little. I fed her by hand. And she has spent a large chunk of her life living in very cramped quarters with me. Plus now that she is older I sort of let her do whatever she likes, even if it irritates me!
I fed her a bite of my breakfast muffin once, because she was feeling crappy and hadn't been eating much. It happened to be blueberry. She liked it. She REALLY liked it. So I started giving her a bite in the morning. I offered her a bite af banana bread once. She spit it out, gave me a disgusted look and took herself back to bed. Blueberry it was then, and has been everyday that I work since then.
Over time one bite became two, two became three, three became four and so on. She now gets most of the muffin that is actually my breakfast. It's all good. I needed to lose a few pounds and I love my Punk.
However...
This morning I was apparently not doing things right. So Miss Thing here decided to climb onto my lap and remove the muffin in it's entirety from my possession! To be fair we had already eaten half of it. Also to be fair I could have stopped her but I was busy laughing and choking on what was to be my last bite of muffin.
But she didn't beg!