Wordless Wednesday: Still hungry

Poor Chester.  He's my 95 pound Australian Shepherd.  If you know anything about Australian Shepherds, you know that they typically max out at 45ish pounds.  He looks like he was mixed with a St. Bernard - and is incredibly cute and sweet, so we love him dearly.

Chester is never satisfied with his meals.  Never.  We know we're feeding him the right amount because we are maintaining his weight.  He isn't gaining or losing.  He's getting enough food, no doubt.

The other day, he could smell bacon cooking after he ate his typical breakfast.  He just sat there and sulked quietly hoping for more food.

I dare you.  Look at that sweet face and NOT give him a piece of bacon.  Nay.  I double dog dare you.

Comments

[Julie Jordan Scott]

Awww, Chester. I know just how he feels!

[lceel]

Now that is one hangdog look on his face. He ought to be in movies.

[Coal Miner's Granddaughter]

What an awesome name for a dog! Chester. Just rolls off the tongue.

And I would so give him bacon. And probably everything else off my plate. What a sweet baby!

*It's at this point I begin talking baby-talk, getting down in Chester's face, and rubbing his cheeks all while chanting, "You're a good puppy, aren't you? HUH? Sweet puppy Chester." I have issues.*

[Dennis the Vizsla]

You can has bacon. Yes you can.