A Breakfast Tail

No pictures for this, but perhaps the words will be enough to capture the scene.

I, Jake, long ago learned that the best way to get breakfast was to approach Mom or Dogdad while they themselves were eating and reading the morning newspaper, sit down in front of them, look absolutely adorable, wag my irresistible short tail, and never take my eyes off them. Invariably, one or the other will look at me, smile, and say, "Jake, are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?" I will lick my upper lip with my tongue and run towards my bowl. Just Harry has learned what that means, and so he runs to his bowl too. And breakfast is forthcoming. Occasionally I have to slap the newspaper with my paw to get their attention; but usually the penetrating look is enough.

As I have reported in the past, this also works for seconds -- but Mom seems to draw the line at thirds.

Now, Just Harry, goofball that he is, seems to have learned from me where the source of food is, and how to get it. Only his interpretation is totally off base. Instead of coming over, sitting down and looking adorable, he rushes over, barks and growls, wags his tail, and jumps up and down. If Mom says, "OK, Harold, are you hungry?" He just looks at her as if to say, "Huh? You talkin' to me?" And when no food is forthcoming, he turns away and goes off to play with a squeaky toy. I might add that his attempt is always after we've already had breakfast.

A classic Pinky and the Brain breakfast tail.

Woof!!

Jake