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Our hu-dad finally got around to mowing our field. He started at 6 a.m. Sunday morning, was finished around 11, only got the tractor stuck once (snicker), and got rained on for about 15 minutes. When he got back to the house, we were well rested and ready to go for our adventure. We went to see the hu-dad’s dad (Cheoah’s weekly nursing home visit) and then hiked a trail.
Brace yourself, pups. He claimed that this busy day entitled him to go to downtown Waynesville and have a Nick and Nates pizza with a Highland Brewing Gaelic Ale. The rule is simple – we only get to eat there if the parking space in front of the restaurant (Main Street downtown) is open and the front table in the window is available. So they can watch us. Sunday night, the space was there, so they parked, got out, and went inside.
HEY. WAIT A MINUTE. That means they plan to leave us in the car while the humans go eat pizza and drink beer. In the window right in front of us. Before we have been fed. We are convinced this is dog abuse. So they can see us and make sure we are safe – blah, blah, blah. Where is the pizza?
Hey, hu-dad. I see you at the table in the window. Think you forgot to take us inside!
Can you believe he is sitting in there taking pictures? Let's try the pathetic look.
Bummer. Not working. Let's try the pathetic look on the ladies sitting beside our humans.
Dreaming of pizza.
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Now if those cute poses don’t get you some pizza I don’t know what will.
Did he at least bring you crust?
Sam
Oh! I don’t know how you can bear it – letting your humans torture you like that!! 😀
Slobbers,
Honey the Great Dane
♬ I dream of pizza with the light brown cheese … ♬
Not fair at all!
Please tell me that they shared some of that pizza when they came back!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
ok, so 2 questions:
1. do you ever share a bite of pizza?
2. why do you have to watch them from the restaurant? afraid they will hotwire the jeep and take off?
How terrible! Deprived of pizza and ale!
Quick! Alert the SPCA!
A definite case of abuse!
Cheers,
Maxx
I think it’s time to call the SPCA for sure!! Unless… did they give you any crust to smooth things over??
Wags,
Zona
It seems a crime on so many levels:
1. You had to WATCH while the humans feasted;
2. You were photographed in your misery;
3. You were starving;
what the pizza place did not do carryout? A nice meatty pizza for the Herd in the car while the humans enjoyed the ambiance of the restaurant…is that asking too much?
BTW hu-dad had great taste in brews, it is one of mom’s favorites, too.
We better call the ASCPA. That is a clear case of doggy abuse.
That’s so cruel! I wonder if you could will the pizza man to bring some out to you?
Play bows,
Zim
Woooos! Dog abuse! I hope they brought woo some pizza after all of that.
~husky kisses~
-Kira The BeaWootiful
What great shaming faces!
I skhored pizza bones too! I didn’t get any of her Hawaiian pizza but she was nice enough to let me have some khrust!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
Do they at least bring out some crust for you?
Steve
Natasha, that look totally works on me! If I could, I’d go get some pizza and mail it to you right now! You have my utmost sympathies!
At least you finally got the Hu-Dad to mow your field! Do you ever get to go out there and run around?
I does think you should get PETA involved. This do be outrageous aboose! Unless they bringed you a doggie bag. They did, didn’t they?
Hope they brought you guys some leftovers! My humans have the nerve to EAT pizza right in front of me as well – at the table while I sit below and look pathetic.
Your pal, Pip
Thank goodness your hu-dad *finally* mowed the field! How many weeks have you been requesting that?
I didn’t know that Natasha was capable of mustering a pathetic look. I thought that “evil” was her modus operendi. But, I would have gone to visit her with pizza if I’d been the women she was looking at. She looked very very pathetic!
You poor pizza deprived friend. I hope you get some in the future!
Your Dad ate pizza and drank beer IN FRONT OF YOU when you hadn’t been fed? Inexcusable to my way of thinking!
I guess he thought that little bit of mowing gave him these privileges, huh?
It will only get worse, pups!
Kisses,
Stella
We agree….dog abuse….the nerve….We are sure that the fine folks at Nick & Nate’s pizza would have gladly added another table or 2 to the Hu-dad’s table because we are sure you would have been on your best sibe behavior!!!hehehehe!!!!
Licks & Nibbles,
Kody & Nia
Do your dogs go absolutely bonkers for pizza? I rarely let them indulge, but a pizza box turns our pack into stalkers. That looks like a meat lover’s dream from here. 🙂
I love the dreaming face, it’s so dreamy!