It started last summer. In warm weather our breakfast took place outside on the terrace. Since the garden table is somewhat lower, our poodle had exactly the right overview of the delicacies on the plates of his human family. Now he tried everything to please us: which meant: Sitting straight and looking very, very dear. Of course, at the end of the breakfast he always got a snack of bread with egg.
What can I say? Meanwhile we have breakfast inside again, do to the cold season, and our poodle Charlie now gets a whole boiled egg with a liver sausage bread on top for his breakfast. But only on Sundays!