When I lived alone, I ate with no distractions, and boy, was that boring. Su's constant attempts to share our dinner by licking the plate or simply trying to grab the food clean out of our hands (or chopsticks, or off a fork, I don't want to give the impression that we eat like animals) make dinnertime kinda fun. It's cute that Su seems to believe that my futon is there for him to sit on and scratch. I only really object when he licks his balls on my bed. That's just a bit weird.
One of my favourite Su adventures was the case of the missing rice ball.In Japan, rice balls are sold almost everywhere, and are wrapped in plastic. The wrapping is pretty tight, you have to pull on a tab to open the plastic. The first time I bought one, I was utterly baffled by it. I rushed out one evening to meet friends, and left a shop bought rice ball on the table. When I came back, I found the wrapper on the floor, and no sign of the rice. I quizzed my roommates by demanding to know if they had eaten my rice ball. I was borderline outraged. Until one look of Su's big brown eyes told exactly who the rice thief was. The dog had somehow got through the plastic, surprisingly neatly, and helped himself to a big ol' portion of rice. That seriously takes talent and skill.
So, now I'm one of those people. The kind who bores people at parties with amusing dog related anecdotes. Or, possibly even worse, writes entire blog posts about a dog. Sorry about that.