Every house with a dog has the rule, and it was probably his idea. No scraps, no begging, nothing from the table. Then dinner starts, his hand drifts under the tablecloth, and the dog already knows exactly where to sit. This dog dad shirt tells on him.
WE DON'T FEED HIM FROM THE TABLE. runs across the chest in two lines of heavy block capitals, as straight as a house rule should be. Right below it, at table height, the truth comes out: a hand slides from under the tablecloth and passes a single fry to a happy cartoon pup, mouth wide open, tail wagging so hard it leaves motion lines. Four inks, thick outlines, flat and bold, so the joke lands from across the kitchen.
A soft everyday tee for dinners where the rules bend.
A gift from the dog for Christmas or Father's Day, a pick from the partner who has watched this happen at every meal, or a housewarming laugh for the friend with a brand-new puppy and a brand-new rule.
The rule stands. The fries do not.
