Scott Never Stood a Chance

Dinner rules were supposed to be simple.

Dogs stay off the table.

Scott accidentally created a loophole.

Every now and then, Minnow would quietly hop onto the back of his chair while he leaned forward eating dinner. She’d slide her head underneath his arm and gently rest her chin on the table, perfectly positioned in hopeful anticipation.

I tried to discourage it.

Scott thought it was adorable.

Needless to say… Minnow knew exactly which one of us was easier to train.