Our evening ritual goes a little something like this: We cook dinner, sit down to eat dinner while Marley stares at us, get up to clean up dinner, this is promptly when Marley jumps up on the bar stools and sniffs around for scraps. Last night we didn't have any leftover cause the meal I fixed was "da bomb." (more on that later). Marley was so sad...
Then he got excited cause he thought Chad was going to give him a taste of something...
Then he glared at us cause we didn't leave a single bite for him...
Don't ya feel bad for the little guy?
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