The smell of grilled chicken floats in the air

Delightful garlic and rosemary

I sense a stare

Dinnertime aromas cause my pup to tarry

I sit on the couch, he on the wood floor

I hear a subtle drip reverberate

My eyes meet his

That angelic face I adore

He sits, patiently waiting to lick my plate

The drool seeps from his velvety snout

I eat my chicken

And watch him pout

He lies down at my feet

Big brown eyes bore into my soul

Slobber runs from his mouth as he watches me eat

To not share with him would be cold

I’m hungry

He says he hasn’t eaten in days

I already fed him his dinner

I know his ways

But those eyes get me every time

Along with the messy drool

I yield and give him what’s mine

Half the chicken breast

He holds my heart

Licks the plate

Dogs rule