If, when I am sitting at the dinner table, eating my meal, I happen to look slightly to my right and down under the kitchen bench at the end of the table, this is what I see:
Her eyes follow every move of food from my plate to my mouth with ferocious concentration.
And the occasional imperative growl.
Which never fails to make me laugh, but which worries me because what on earth is a guest going to think if an enormous black dog sits by their elbow at the dinner table and growls at them?
(Yes, she does get scraps from our plates but only at the end of the meal. I think she’s just trying to convince me I’m done before the plate is empty, she does save the growling for the tail end of the meal.)