Is That A Sausage?

Here is my brother, trying to keep his breakfast nosh away from the lovely Miss Zoe, a Rhodesian Ridgeback of questionable virtue, at least as far as begging goes.

When her owner (my nephew Sean) is around, she is as good as gold, but if he's out of sight, she morphs into a Beggar Extraordinaire. Yesterday morning she stood at the kitchen table eyeing our donuts -- practically willing them into her mouth -- but she was unsuccessful only because we ate them first. Last night a platter of hamburgers and sausages would have been in grave danger except for the fact that Sean was Right There, making most excellent mojitos for the humans.

I suppose if there aren't any lions around to hunt, you have to make do.