I’ve decided to become picky about my food again. My dad came home and gave me canned dog food. I think that’s all I want to eat from now on. Here’s a picture of my bowl after I picked out all the pieces of canned dog food that was interspersed with the dry stuff:
Here I am looking with dismay at my food choice:
And here I am checking the time on the Spock Clock.
Hmm….it’s getting late. Is nothing better going to appear in my bowl? I decided to give Mom my best puppy-whuppy look in an attempt to get more canned deliciousness:
Didn’t work, at least so far. Have the Republicans demolished my collective bargaining rights, too? I’ll let you know how long I’m able to stay on strike.
I love you, and hope you stand up for your rights!