Dog food.......

As I sit Indian style on the couch cozeyed up, with the warmth from the wood stove and playing around with some new technology. I catch out of the corner of my eye my youngest daughter quickly move towards the kitchen. She moves with the quickness of a three year old although she is just one and a half. The sound of her feet piter pattering across the cool wooden floors grabs my attention. her slyness dose not go unnoticed and As my curiosity overcomes my comfort, I stand and quietly follow her into the kitchen. as I arrive on the seen I see Malia crouched over Barkley's food bowl shoveling crunches into her mouth. A smile creeps across my face but is quickly hidden as not to show my weakness. Young as she is she can smell weakness, as well as a trained Labrador on the hunt and often try's to play the cute card to escape trial. The memories of my own past crunchy taste testing comes to my mind and i can all most taste the crunches as if it was i who had a mouthful. I ask her what is she doing, but of course there is no reply she does have a mouth full of crunches which have not yet had time to soften. As I take my tool of choice, my finger and insert into her mouth to dislodge the crunches within. She doesn't really put up any resistance and seems to comply. The taste must not be worth fighting for, although this is not her first crunchy taste test. I guess she always sees Barkley enjoying his dinner and decides to give it a try. all ends well but it is Barkley who must suffer, with dinner put upon the counter top, he patiently  awaits Malia's  bed time so that he may eat in peace.

 Barkley was not to upset with her as seen in this pic she took a fierce licking, her hair is still a little wet.