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probably the expensive dog food we get for her, if I had to guess.
you know, we call her a princess, but that does not mean she needs to be fed like one.

( it's almost ironic that Graham is not the dog spoiler of the two of them... how does that work... )

[sheriffing]

she eats that too.
then she shouldn't look at me with those pleading eyes.

[When Marshmallow stops, Emma will stop.]

[dishearten]

I am not going to blindfold the dog to keep you from spoiling her.
I'm afraid that's something you'll have to do on your own.

[sheriffing]

or I could keep feeding her.
I feed you, too.

[No one's in danger of going hungry.]

[dishearten]

I haven't stopped you yet, have I?

( bread is not the best for a dog, but it's also not the worst. she should see the weird stuff the wolf will eat... )

I like to think I feed myself most of the time.

[sheriffing]

You'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to you, Graham.

[How many times has she had to drop a lunch off this week alone?]

[dishearten]

I remember most things.

( too many things these days... she's not wrong about lunches, though, his mind is too preoccupied to remember his lunch most days. she's kind not to make him suffer until dinner. )

[sheriffing]

Except lunch.
And if I'm already spoiling her owner...

[The dog gets a little spoiling, too.

[dishearten]

perhaps you could spoil her with treats, then.

( their puppy is going to get a tummy at this rate. )

[sheriffing]

Or pizza crust.

[It could be worse, Graham.]

[dishearten]

if she needs extra runs after those extra calories, you're going to have to take her.

( that's a lie and they both know it. at least when he goes running with the dog, he seems to remotely enjoy it. )

[sheriffing]

how about we compromise and I throw the crust so she has to chase after it before she eats it?

[ Exercise and a snack, it just makes sense.]

[dishearten]

then my brother would eat it.

( sadly, problem not solved. )

[sheriffing]

what if I gave him his own?

[ once again, problem solved.]

[dishearten]

it sounds to me like you're very motivated to do whatever it takes to not eat your crusts.

( what did the heel of pizza ever do to you, Emma. )

[sheriffing]

crusts don't have toppings.

[ so the dogs can have them. ]

[dishearten]

you are quite lucky we have three different canines that enjoy them, then.
since for some reason you can't give them to your husband.

[sheriffing]

I got my husband dessert.

[dishearten]

you say that like I wouldn't eat both.

( for such a lanky guy, when he does bother to eat, he eats plenty. )

I'll be home soon. I promise.

[sheriffing]

Good, it's just about ready.

[And she got more than enough pizza, so he can shovel away as much as he wants.]