Charlie, like most dogs, loves food. An unapologetic omnivore, his favorite treats are carrots and he hovers around the garbage can when I peel cucumbers, hoping for stray shavings. However, a vegetarian he is not. Generally, he sits quietly under the table during dinner, moving only to devour any food or napkins that have been dropped. When a particularly large quantity of meat is present (as happens frequently due to my brother's existence), he begins to act like a shark that senses blood in the water. The Great White Charlie will circle around and crisscross under the table, with only his fluffy white tail indicating his position. When he feels particularly bold, he pops up on his hind legs, balancing by planting his front paws on his chosen victim (usually in the vicinity of their vital organs). Behold:
I am glad to see that his mischievous ways have returned. The last two days of storms have been hard on him, but with the return of the sun and all of his family home to give him the attention he deserves, he is bouncy and cuddly. Currently, he is breathing in my face as I play this game:
Beware. It will consume your life.