Dinner Time

My Lou is a spoiled guy, but with that being said, that does not mean he gets table scraps very often. My husband is notorious for sneaking him things under the table or giving him the left over meat. Mom on the other hand is the meanie and I give him nothing. So now when it is dinner time, Lou can usually be found staring at you in hopes that he can intimidate you enough to give you food. In today’s Wordless Wednesday post, Lou was regulated to the other room when we were eating dinner, but we could still feel those beady eyes…

Look familiar?