I have slowly created a dog monster: a food beggar.
Once upon a time, Joey would sit beside my chair when I was at the dinner table and stare at me. Just that intense, silent penetrating stare. I could ignore that.
But then alone at home over lunch, I’d be seduced into giving him a little scrap or two from my sandwich. At Starbucks, a crew of friendly utility workers made friends with Joey and started giving him a bit of their breakfast — and Joey’s table manners were lost in the dust.
Now he barks for treats from any one sitting at a table. Once he even goosed a Starbucks barista sitting with her friends talking during break, just to let her know that he was there and feeling peckish.