Val is sitting at the table eating her lunch. Shadow is begging as discreetly as possible, hoping she's sitting far enough away that I won't notice. Dogs are not ever fed from the table at my parents' house. They are fed turkey necks, giblets, meat scraps and all manner of other treats only in the backyard and usually only by my mother. Shadow starts inching closer, ears perked, body straining, eyes following every bite. Val realizes the threat to her lunch and says calmly, "No no, Shadow. My sandwhich. You eat dog food. Go away."