Our dogs are ridiculously spoiled. Craig lets Helo up on the sofa to sleep, and he loves the pillows. It is totally ridiculous.
And Boris has once again decided that he hates it when I give him chicken quarters. He will no longer take it willingly from me, I have to put it in his bowl, then he will guard it, and after 5 minutes or so, finally break down and decide to eat it. But then he won’t finish it, he’ll lay there, guarding part of his chicken quarter, looking incredibly dejected. It’s pathetic.