As I sip my morning coffee, I see out of the corner of my eye my eldest daughter sharing the dregs of the peanut butter on her spoon with the dog. My son arrives next to her. My daughter pulls the spoon away from the dog and gives it to her brother.
My father would understand. He used to share a spoon of ice cream with a tom cat we had many years ago. I also know that once my dog, The Brute, stole my father's apple when he left it on a low table. What did my dad do? He grabbed the apple from my dog's mouth and, without washing it, finished eating it.
Yeah, Dad would understand and laugh, loudly.