One day sweet pooch, there will be food thrown onto the floor- on purpose I am sure- and you will get your just rewards. Until then, Lil will have to be happy with the tiny few peas or puffs or bites of chicken that fall off of Emily as we pick her up from her high chair.
| wait- is that something on the ground? |
| false alarm |
| come on kid- drop something |
| I just love Em's feet in this one! |
| YUM- fooooood |
| maybe a morsel or two... |
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