The dogs and I spend most of our time in the kitchen. It's pretty much the only place in the house where the dogs can be contained. We have a pocket door that closes them off from the bedrooms and a child gate to keep them from going downstairs. Those of us with two legs have to climb over the gate to get to the basement. Whenever I come back upstairs, this is what I'm greeted with.
Poor puppy-dog eyes.
Oh, don't you just feel so sorry for them?
