Danny got a nickname when he went on vacation. In certain Long Island circles he's known as "the moocher". Mark commented that Danny could hear a potato chip bag from 4 rooms away.
No way, we thought, he's a good boy.
Lately, while snacking on the couch, he's right there watching our every move. Not obnoxious, but definitely watching intently. If a chip just happens to fall, he swarms around it and gobbles it up in the blink of an eye and he goes back to watching.
Yes, moocher is appropriate.
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