Yet, on the way to photograph the sock in progress, Tank decided that even after 3 days of togetherness we had still not spent enough quality time with one another. Or rather, enough quality time of her sitting in my lap being petted and fed choice doggy treats. Thing is for a diva? She's awful sweet.
Where do you think you're going? That's not the direction of the kitchen and its snack wonders...
Why are you in here? There are no snacks here.
Maybe you can't hear me up there, I'll get closer by jumping up on this foot stool.
Okay, ready? NO. SNACKS. HERE. Let's go to the kitchen with the big white magic box that has my marrow bones in it.
We interrupt Tank's ongoing snack whine to show you the sock in progress...
Really? A knitted sock is more important than my snacking levels getting low?
Fine, I'll just wait you out on this...
I'm stepping up the whine campaign with a change in leaning tactics, try to ignore me now...
