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  • When our son came to us a few years ago, and started dining at the table with us, our dogs days under the kitchen table were over. It was too much fun for the Folke to feed the dog, so we introduced a border at the thresholds of the kitchen, were she wasn't allowed during meals.

    Lately we have been a bit lenient on the border control, because our son is getting older, and doesn't throw all his food on the floor anymore.

    Every now and then, you find a soft snout in your lap. She sneaks up under the table without anyone noticing.

    One day, my sister and her boys were visiting. One of her sons, Robin, is the same age as my son. He was scared of our big dog, and didn't want her to come near. During dinner, he started crying. My sister asked him what was wrong with the food. I had a hunch, and looked under the table. Coco was standing silently under the table with her head in Robins lap.
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