Why in the hell do people just randomly want to come up and feed my dog? Do they think I'm eating all his food or something? "Actually, he's working right now, and he's already eaten this morning," Megan said, looking in the general direction of the voice. At least the voice had asked first. Too many times she figured out after the fact that someone had fed her dog. "Besides, plain or not, he doesn't need the sugar. He's already fat enough as it is." Niles sensed he was being talked about and stretched up a little against Megan's leg, prompting her to give him a little scratch under the neck. "But thank you for asking at least." She went back to her reading. Damn, where was I?