I always eat in my crate. That is where I was trained in my old house, and mom continued it when I got here. But I have decided that they just don’t feed me enough. I know they feed me what I need, but not what I want.
So being the really bright little girl that I am, I decided that maybe I could give them a clue. After eating, I just pick my dish up and head to the living room, or craft room, wherever they are. I drop it down with a plunk, chew it for awhile. And look cute.
It gets a little old after awhile, so I try the paw in dish routine. Look mom, it’s empty….dad----------------------- come on, someone pay attention.
Oh jeeze, I am really getting bored with this. Quig thinks I’m silly, so he just takes a nap. But I’d really like seconds.
What?????? I have to do what????? Wait????? I think this is called child abuse.
Love, always hungry Annie.
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