"Can't a dog get a break here?! I'm just trying to eat."
And Ezra's all innocent, "What?" We used to keep Snap's food there next to the back patio door. But since Ezra is so fond of army crawling under the table, it wasn't long before he found those round and yummy new toys. After this incident and the many that preceded it, we decided to move Snap's food down to the laundry room. The little stinker.