Captain has a habit of staring at me whenever there is people food around. No whining, no barking, no wiggling. Just perfectly still, staring directly and intensely at me. Sitting on the couch eating dinner? Staring. Sitting at the table eating lunch? Staring. Baking? Staring. He's willing me to drop something, or, more likely, to give in to the power of his Jedi mind tricks and give him the food he wants. I usually cave.
Check out the drool in this one:
I may be a sucker, but the force is strong with this one ;-)
PS- In case you were wondering, they are pumpkin-ginger scones.
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