Our doxie Duke (at right) and doxie granddawg Shadow are watching my hubby Clark intently as he ate dinner this evening. In pure doxie fashion, they are "ever hopeful" that he might drop a morsel of food their way!
He seldom does, however. The one who is a soft touch for those pitiful faces would be . . . moi. Yes, I often cave and give them a bite of something that won't hurt them (chicken, turkey, a little cheese, etc.).
Food equals love, right? Well, it certainly does in the South!