Jealous, I mean Harry, won't let me eat my breakfast in peace.
Mom has moved my food and water to the bedroom so I don't have to walk so far since I'm getting a little weak. She keeps the pug out of my room when she's gone, and puts my food up if he's in there and I'm not eating. However, when I do want to eat when he's around, this is what I have to put up with. (We recommend you turn your speakers up as Mom's crackberry doesn't seem to record sound very well).