I took this photo at lunch today while I was being pestered by you-know-who, blind Widget. She is usually not the first to the dining table -- she generally saunters over about midway through our meal. The first-responders, as we call them, are the Dachshunds, who are already waiting for Alayne and me even before we sit down. Maybe it's because Widget realizes she's late to the table, or maybe it's just because of her brassy and bold Beagle personality, but she is very insistent and tenacious about getting what she thinks is her rightful share of our food.
You can see from the photo what she does ... she stands up on her little hind legs, front paws on my lap, staring intently at me as if to say, "Well?" If I cave and give her a morsel, she'll drop back down to the floor, eat it in 3 seconds, and rise up again. If I gently push her off me with a "No" followed by one of the various lines that never seem to work ("Widget, there's nothing left" ... "Widget, I don't have enough for myself" ... "Widget, you wouldn't like it anyway"), she'll just keep popping up. If I finally ignore her -- and that face is almost impossible to ignore -- she'll simply walk underneath the table and do the same thing to Alayne.
In fact, the only brush-off line that seems to work is, "Widget, go pester your Mom," and off she'll go.