Philip’s dog, Albert, was better behaved this year, except for mealtime, not at doggie dinner time but, our dinner time. He still begs, whines, whimpers, barks, rolls around on the floor and, in general, has fits until he gets food off the plate of his master. I fed the dog once BEFORE we sat down, and poured the drippings from the ground beef I cooked for that night’s chili. That was the only night the dog didn’t drive me nuts with the noise. He is cute, though.
