Hello! It’s me!
There’s nothing like a belly full of food to allow one a good snooze. Unless you are a fussy eater.
I am a fussy eater!
This is how Dad thinks I should sup.
This is how I think I should sup.
I think you’ll agree that a heavily salted ribsteak with buttery mushroom accompaniment outperforms a bowl of bits every day of the week, amirite?
So I have stopped eating my food. No more.
Seriously. I won’t eat dog food anymore.
Sometimes, if necessary, I will digest a Milk Bone dog biscuit (I’d prefer a human biscuit, but no dice on that front). I do love string cheese and chicken, but I’m done with dog food. And Mom & Dad rarely give me table scraps, so it’s kinda hard to find suitable culinary delights these days.
No more dog food.
And I’m certain that you, the loyal reader, do not eat dog food either.
So here’s your chance to “join the conversation”, as the pundits say. What would you like to see me eat? Ribsteak? Dog Food? Or something else?