Dexter was my parent’s oversized poodle. To keep the house running smoothly, our mom would occasionally hold eating competitions, allowing Dexter to compete. It was a good tactic to focus four teenagers’ angst on a “safe” objective (as long as your mouth wasn’t the one being stuffed with food…) and to get us working together on a project. I guess she was really an early proponent of team-building.
Well, Mama usually beat Dexter, out of a sense of pure pride and an uncanny ability to consume junk food. Dexter was a spoiled dog. He would charge into an eat-off with Mama and then feign fussiness.
Our father insisted that “poor Old Dex” eat before the family sat down to dinner. Dexter would wait until our father put his finger in the can of Alpo and begged the dog to eat. Dexter thought this was a grand game and thoroughly enjoyed having Dr. B. getting down on all fours and pretending to be interested in the dog food. Dexter was a true ham actor: his timing was incomparable, his sense of humor mildly cruel.
Well, Mama usually beat Dexter, out of a sense of pure pride and an uncanny ability to consume junk food. Dexter was a spoiled dog. He would charge into an eat-off with Mama and then feign fussiness.
Our father insisted that “poor Old Dex” eat before the family sat down to dinner. Dexter would wait until our father put his finger in the can of Alpo and begged the dog to eat. Dexter thought this was a grand game and thoroughly enjoyed having Dr. B. getting down on all fours and pretending to be interested in the dog food. Dexter was a true ham actor: his timing was incomparable, his sense of humor mildly cruel.
...Tata wasn't the only person to get down to Dexter's level and pretend to eat his food....
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