Hiding while eating

I know the first few posts on this blog should be more introductory. I should be sharing with you bits and pieces about all of them, the furry foresome - and I will, but while the irritations are still fresh in my mind, I thought I might share.

I am hiding in my office eating my dinner as I type this. I cannot remember the last time I ate in my kitchen, or at the table; heck, I cannot even remember the last time my husband and I ate a meal together in this house. This is of course - our own fault, as we have not been able to take the 'tough love' approach with our pets. I simply cannot stand those 4 pairs of eyes staring up at me giving me all they've got just to get a morsel or two. I can't. I cave every time.

My office door is a glass french door style - and because of this fact - I now have sad, little, furry faces giving up on getting the goods from my husband and are now giving me the full court press. Ugh!!!!