Monday, January 27, 2014

Dandy's Yogg Today is a bummer

Some Days are Real Bummers.


 Woof, woof.
I hate to say this folks, but things need to improve around here. I know, I know, I have this long couch all to myself– I even have pillows to prop up on, and I have my own place to eat (with no more sneaky cats around, trying to steal from me), and I have a basket full of toys right here by my couch.

The trouble is the food. Have you ever tried eating the same thing day after day? The exact same thing. Well, my lady says she has–something she calls broccoli, but that was just for a short time, Anyway, try eating stew when the aroma of enchiladas fill the air?  This is dog food stew, mine you! I'll admit that I thought it was pretty good last year, but   . . .oh never mind. Just compare that same old stew to barbecue, or  bacon and eggs frying!

I love that bacon. I could hardly believe my luck when a friend brought a little sack of chunks of something that smelled just like bacon. I was intending to tear into that bag, but my lady put it all into a jar and sealed it up tight.So next she rations it out a chunk per day.They're little chunks, too, but the best thing I've ever eaten–kinda chewy but not tough.

Anyway, things have ben going pretty well with my one-a-days, and the few bites of human food I manage to beg for, but last night when I got a little impatient for my treat, there wasn't any. I begged, I stuck my paw out in my way of saying 'please', I pointed my nose toward the table where the jar of goodies is stored–I even got half-way into my lady's lap before I realized what I was doing, (I don't do stuff like kissys or cuddling, ya know).


Well, My lady told me the jar was empty, but I just didn't believe her. I could smell my treats and I was sure they were there somewhere. She held her hands out, like she does when she she says 'no more', and I still couldn't believe her, so she shows me the jar and took the lid off and tossed the jar on the couch for me to see for myself.

 I think she was a little provoked with me, but I didn't care. I just went to work
                                                on that good smelling jar.


 That's really a tough jar. I thought  I could tear anything  apart, but I chewed and chewed on it, and it still looks like a jar. Still smells like bacon, too!





                           Maybe if I'm especially good she'll get another bag go those treats.

Woof, woof.

DANDY

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