Gotta admit, I have to laugh, it's impossible not to.
Just made a ham sammich [sorry, no female sammich makers reside on a permanent basis in the house] in comes weasel dog, head down, tail wagging slightly, she KNOWS why she came in the room. [yeah yeah, DaddyO is a sucker] Comes up to my knee and starts grinning and giving me those sad eyeballs and acting like she's been starved for a month. I gotta admit, have to give her props for having the acting bit down perfectly. Hollywood actresses could take acting lessons from the moochy pooch.
Now she's lying about 3 feet behind me, to weak to lift her head from between her paws, but j..........ust able to be able to follow the sandwich from plate to mouth and gauge how much is left. Once it's about 2/3rds gone, she will [guaranteed] again weakly get up and sit at my knee fixated on that last little bit. [and yes, she'll probably get it]