dog days

We've already covered the fact that I'm not much of a cook, so you won't be surprised if I confess that I eat dinner out of little plastic trays sometimes.  Not because I'm trying to cut calories, not because I think they taste particularly good, but because I'm really lazy about cooking.

After I'm done eating, I usually let the puppies lick the container because I'm generous like that.  My favourite thing is that as all four pups crowd around angling for the best position, Ophelia frequently grips the tray in her very few remaining teeth and runs off with it.  It's almost as big as she is, and she trips over it as she runs.

Once she has made her escape from the pack, she settles with her treat on the big dog bed by the heater and has her way with it.  The other dogs stand close by waiting for her to finish, but they know better than to try and share it with her once she has decided it's hers.  (I particularly like the intense concentration upon Dorian's face in these photos as he waits for Ophelia to finish.)  I don't really know how it's possible that they respect her so much.  They all outweigh her by at least twice as much, and even if she is angry she only has about four teeth left to bite with.  Must be in the attitude.