Today we went to hang out with Bill and Joe at our local haunt.
We decided to take Puppy Dog along with us because the pub lets people slip doggies in for a little bit sometimes and he hadn't had much fun today.
So we take him inside and get him into a corner behind our table. He's excited at first, sniffing things, saying hello to people, but eventually he lies down.
So we drink and we chat and we laugh and then I look down and see that Puppy Dog has crawled under my seat and is lying on the floor, head sticking out into the bar area a bit, but lying still.
Then I keep watching and I see that he is starting to sneak forward, stomach flat on the floor, commando-style, trying to get further towards the other people and their tasty, tasty food.
He's moving reeeeeeally slowly, inch by inch.
"I can see you!" I tell him softly.
He stands up, sighs, and licks my hand, defeated, saying sorry.
He's fecking hilarious.