Last evening i was trying to delay Molly's evening meal. I knew my Grandson would be visiting and it would please him to feed Molly. Molly sat at my feet in the kitchen as I prepared food (her default position, just as inconvenient as possible, but I love it). She starts her high pitched "I am hungry" whimper. I ignore her. Sound gets louder, more frequent and more urgent. I continue to ignore her. Suddenly there is a loud crash at my feet. Molly has picked up her bowl in her mouth and hurled it at my feet. She is giving me the "How can you be so thick" glare. I fed her. Obviously she is not happy with MY training.
Haha, this made me chuckle. Shadow used to go and collect his bowl and bring it to me if he thought I was being tardy. They know how to get what they want
