I leave for work an hour earlier than Jeffrey. Every morning, Jeffrey gets up with me and makes us scrambled eggs for breakfast. He always takes a little bit and sets it aside for our dogs. The dogs wait patiently until we are both done eating, watching us closely. As soon as we both put our plates down, they run to the kitchen to get their eggs.
This morning, due to lack of planning, we only had one egg left. Jeffrey scrambled the egg, and set it aside for the dogs. He and I had cereal.
It didn’t strike me odd that we cooked and gave our only egg to the dogs, while both of us went without. I did find it a little funny, however, that it didn’t strike me odd at all. For all the love, affection and companionship they provide, they’ve well earned a little pampering and some sacrifice on our part.