Mercy Me

No matter what I say or do my father will not quit feeding table food to the pooches. It doesn't seem to matter what's on the menu:he starts dividing a portion for each one of them before he eats. I thought of locking them up in the cage while we eat but that is such a chore. I hate telling my 97 year old father-NO! First, there's Joe the beggar.

Then there's Lucy who hasn't mastered eating out of a spoon yet.

Finally, Sable squeezes in for her bite.