Canine Breakfast At Our House

 There are some fuzzy pictures here. As always, there was a lot of commotion and also a bit of staging, since Samson eats outside and Faith eats in the kitchen. 

Me: OK guys, breakfast is ready.

Faith: Let me squeeze by, you big furry thing.

Me: Sit!

Me: Samson, sit!

Samson: I don't think so.

Me: Samson, did you hear me, sit! 

Samson: I heard you all right, I just don't see the point.

Faith: The point is there's no point, us dogs are just supposed to do as we're told. Haven't you figured that out yet? And the faster we do it, the sooner we get our food. So will you sit?

Samson: I don't think so, she'll give in sooner or later. Probably sooner. 

Me: OK, I don't have time to stand here all day, so enjoy your food, you stubborn old dog. 

Samson: I'll do what you want me to when it makes sense, you know that mommy. 

Me: I just ask you to sit so you can take a moment and calm down before you eat. I don't like you to inhale your food. It's much better for you to slow down and not eat too fast.

Faith: Lots of luck with that, mommy. See, look at me! Look at me! I ate slowly and chewed my food good.

Samson: Did not!

Faith: Did so!

Me: Both of you, go outside now that you're finished. 

Faith: OK, mommy.

Samson: I think I'll go and lie down inside, on my slate floor.