Bentley likes food. So much so I have to watch him so he doesn't eat all of his sister Charlie's food.
It's at the point where if I want to have a bath at dinner time, I have to put her food in the bathroom too, otherwise she'll leave halfway through and he'll hoover it up.
It's a routine.
What's also routine is Bentley trying it on. Seeing if I'm not paying attention.
Tonight was no different ad this is what he does...
Prime position for if I let my guard down. In just these few minutes as I type he's tried (and failed) three times to eat it.
Oh Bentley. I do love you, now off my clothes please.