Sam knows that I came home from pilates at 11.20 this morning with a new bag of chewy bones. I didn't get them at pilates, by the way, I bought them in a shop on the way home. He knows those boneses are for him. And he wants them, precious, he wants them lovely boneses.
His cunning plan to get them is to stare at me as long as it takes until I give in. However, I am very stubborn.
But he's still staring at me.
Help.