Cole here... with another installment of my commandments.
Thou shall not pass...without giving me people-food!
LeeAnna: He's like the troll under the bridge. The mean border guard. The taxman. He takes up position right in the doorway to the kitchen so we can't get in or out.
This is a new thing. He even comes in the kitchen now. He didn't do that for 10 years, now at nearly 14, he goes wherever he wants, thank you very much.
COLE: The food coming out of here smells, head-and-curly-shoulders better than anything hitting my bowl.
If I don't remind them I live here, and am starving... I'll never get food.
LeeAnna: one of the first words Cole learned was move. When I say move he, well, he moves. To anywhere else. Not now though. He could be losing his hearing or he could be ignoring me.
Cole: Well, what do they want?? I mean, how's a poodle to know what people ever want, really? They are so inscrutable. While I ponder what those two characters want from me, I'll just lay here and wait til they trip and drop their food, then eat it.... just to keep the joint clean doncha know.