|Spunky Doodle at the scene of the crime|
Last Tuesday night I think it was, for the first time ever, I jumped up by that filled tray and manipulated the puzzle to get at some of Abby's food. I thought that maybe if I ate dog food, I might become more dog like and Gerard would like me better. He's always bragging about Abby but never really pays any attention to me, which I'm usually okay with. I didn't eat it all, just the first row and some from one of the other bigger holes but in the morning, mom knew it was me!
|The dog food was pretty good!|
She quickly came up with a way to keep me from getting at that food puzzle anymore by putting it inside the kitchen drawer after she fills it up even though the vet said it wouldn't hurt me. Mom was surprised I didn't vomit it up because the pieces are about 4x the size of my cat food. I hate it when she out smarts me and ruins my plans.
|You stay away from my food, Spunky Doodle. Thanks, mom!|
Joining the Monday Mischief, Aww Mondays and Cats on Tuesday blog hops.