|Cole's food stand, his bowl says" Look my dog is hungry"|
My food BIT ME!
Ack! here's the story...
Finally! She's making what I like!
Scrambled egg whites! With cheddar cheese and butter! I mean, you all get it right? Anything with cheese is good.
I begged and begged her to give me some. She had some, and I was more than ready for my serving.
She put some on a plate and said one of my least favorite words...
Let me say, I don't think her definition of obedience and my definition are the same.
As soon as she
Well, it bit me. Yikes! I ran away and grabbed a squeak toy and squeaked at momma that the food was fighting back. She just sat there, eating hers. Wow.
She said, kind of
I was not getting near the plate at this point, can you blame me? She came over with the plate a moment later, and fed me a bite. Oh! So it's safe now! I gobbled the whole thing ignoring the danger, standing up like super-dog! Ta-da!