Lollipop Lollipop, oh Lolli Lollipop...

We think we have the best little doggie in the world.
Her name is Shyla.
We love her.
She loves us.

And she loves food.
Human Food.
It's a bad thing.
We know.
"No more food from the dinner table!"
We're learning.
Well, most of us are.

Shyla knows that anything my son eats is really, really good. She hovers by his side whenever he has food. Silently sitting and sniffing the air. She waits for the tiniest morsel to be dropped on the floor. If too much times passes with no action, she'll whimper. And then...suddenly, it happens. Something...like this:





Ohhhh. Yuck.

Too late.
She's hooked.

I dash for my camera while yelling back over my shoulder, "Son please don't put that back into YOUR mouth!" Thankfully he responds, "Mom, that would be gross."

Instinctively Shyla knows to lick a lollipop and not bite it.

I wonder what she would do with a popsickle?

NO! You didn't hear ME say that!