MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I decided to wait a little bit after dinner to have our post meal Nutty Bar.  This distressed Paxton, because he feels it is his doggie duty to sit and drool with sad, pleading puppy eyes, in a vain attempt to get a bite for himself.

9 times out of 10 his attempt is a fail.  The thing is, every now and then, he gets a nibble, so it really is in his best interest to stick around.  You know…just in case.

Like I said, this evening after dinner, we decided to wait for a while.  Paxton was bent out of shape at this turn of events.

So, just a little while ago, I tip-toed into the kitchen and opened the fridge (we keep the Nutty Bars in the fridge or else they get really melty in the warm Mississippi weather).

I opened the the refrigerator door.  No Paxton.  So far, so good.

I very carefully took a package of Nutty Bars out of the box and closed the door.  Still, no Paxton.

I walked to my desk and took the teeniest, tiniest corner of the package of Nutty Bars and gave it an itty bitty tug.

*crinkle*

BAM!

There was Paxton.  At my side.  Paw raised.  Asking for a bite.

How do dogs DO that!?!