Eating at the coffee table; my dog, Trigger at my side, creeping closer and closer. Determined to get my scraps from lunch, he widens his eyes, staring intently. He's playing the "desperate-yet-cute" card. Letting out a whimper he scoots closer and lifts a paw. I ignore but he, being the persistent canine he usually is when meal time comes, keeps trying. He sniffs, making his whiskers twitch. Eyes like dark chocolate melt into mine. I think about giving him the crust of my bread but I stand my ground. When my hand moves, his eyes follow. He whimpers again, allowing his whole body to quiver, I think …no, people food is bad for dogs. My stubborn beagle lifted his paw again and rested it on my arm, whining and tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy. I rolled my eyes and ignored him yet again. Attempting yet another time, he rests his chin on the wooden table, eyebrows rising as he gazes up at me, silently pleading. I look away, Resist! I thought, Resist! Trigger stood up with his paws kneading the carpet angrily as he realized it wasn't working, It was time to use the trick that never failed. Nose pointing towards the floor, he sauntered closer and puts his furry, brown head under my left arm until it was around his shoulder and he sat, his tail wagging for added affect. Trigger's desperate, unblinking optics bored into mine, his ears perked intently. My heart melted, I couldn't resist. I picked the morsels off my plate and tossed it to him. Trigger opened his jaws and snatched the table scraps right out of the air. He wagged his white tipped tail happily and trotted off, muzzle high with another victory for his quest for food.