Quivery anticipation

Lucky is begging for my caramel popcorn. It was one of the things given to me in a gift-basket (via work). And my golden haired little monster WANTS it. He's trembling he's staring at the bag so hard. I pity him. Thus far, t-minus 22 minutes and still staring hard at the bag, with a nervous little twitch occasionally... ah, ah.. now were nudging the bag, a subtle hint to me. It translates into "Feed meeeeeeee!"

Sucks for him that he ain't getting none. N O N E. Because the whole poop-n-scoop part of our walks does not need any incentive to be grosser than normal.