I really sometimes think that things in the world are made up just so nice little dogs will not understand them. Of course there are all the usual things like how do Mr. Al Roker, Mr. Anderson Cooper, Mr. Carson Daly and Miss Katie Couric all live in the little television machine together, but still stay so really really happy.
Then there is also why in the world someone would go to the trouble of making some really yummy-smelling, crunchy green food, put it in a little black plastic box, stick it waaaayyyyy behind the refrigerator and not expect that a friendly whippet dog would think it was a snack! But still, that is a thing that happened, and it made Daddy and the girl (who I used to call The Girl before I found out her name is Mommy) start to run around really fast and make telephone calls when they came home and found me with my snack. They and their fuzzy-faced friend on whom I have a crush that is not small grabbed me and Mr. Mordred and marched us to a place where I got stuck with a sharp thing, and then re-saw everything that I had eaten for the past couple of days - even my crunchy green snack that they now told me was meant for rats and rats only! And then if that wasn't sad enough, I had to eat some powder that made my mouth all black and didn't taste anywhere near as good as my snack had, and Daddy and the Mommy make me eat a little pill every night now. At least they put in in yummy peanut butter, so I guess it all worked out tasty for me after all!
Oh, but Mr. Mordred is still not very super happy with me because even though he didn't eat any of my off-limits snack, he still had to get an ouchy shot and see his dinner again that night. I really should do something to make him happy. Perhaps that will involve Parmesan cheese or Miss India Husky-Chihuahua because those are things that he loves, but it will not involve crunchy, green, behind-the-refrigerator things because those things, as I know now, are very bad for dogs and other canines.
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