My mom and dad watch a lot of cooking shows. They think it’s fun to make different stuff to eat. Yesterday they went to a farmer’s market and got fancy stuff, like baby carrots and potatoes, purple green beans (what an oxymoron) and free-range eggs.
But me – I get the same old Purina One lamb & rice kibble, day after day after day. Mom tried giving me a different type of Purina once, but it upset my tummy and I puked all over the house. By the way, I used to throw up on our tile floors, but now I prefer rugs. It’s so much more comfortable.
This weekend was spectacularly different. I was offered new choices! My maitre’d brought me a vintage 2010 can to sniff:
Since it doesn’t have a cork, I instead licked the spoon and found it to be delectable; a bouquet of doggie delights:
To accompany my feast, my dad provided a sampling of micro-beers from local breweries. It doesn’t get better than this.
Yes it does. Today I got bacon and cheese. Why can’t I eat like this every day?
I love you, and hope all of you got to eat something really good this weekend.