As you’ll remember from this post (which brought a few, ummm… passionate animal right’s activists against me), Noah and I adopted our dog B.B. in mid-December. From his very first evening as part of “the boys,” B.B. has established himself squarely below us as we ate, frozen in place and desperate for any morsel or scrap to be offered him from our plates.
|One of his tactics is to yawn and act like “The Game” doesn’t affect him at all.|