Small compromises have been reached this week in both the Stinky Goodness and the Pawparrazzi wars. Critical mass was reached one night when I was dancing around Mommy's feet, begging for the feast, and she said she couldn't bear the smell (drama queen) or my begging anymore. In desperation she thought I might enjoy feasting alfresco on the patio. Well it turns out that she was right, it was very nice outside, once the blazing hot sun went behind our mountain. I could even enjoy viewing some nature between bites (who am I kidding, there were no breaks between bites, I got after that feast).
Mommy noticed that in my single-minded focus that she could snap away without my sprinting for the closet. Of course I refused to look at her, so small victories were mine all the way around. Hmm, look how glossy and soft my fur looks, maybe I should let her take my picture more often...