Beagle Guilt

There is something about the beagle countenance that lends itself to looks of reproach, and these days I am getting the full treatment. The reason: I have run out of Max's home-made dog food and am relying for the moment on a mix of Mighty Dog and dry food. I put this down this morning for Max's breakfast, and all day long he's been walking past me and pausing at my feet to look up with an expression that clearly says, "And you expect me to eat this shit?"