I’m down in the dumps. My tummy was playing tricks again this morning so Ma has declared war on any food other than ADULT DOG DRY DOG FOOD.
Not a grain of puppy food or treats are to pass my lips. Dad has been suitably warned.
Add to this that I’m being left all alone as Ma and Pa are going out to a big neighborhood party called an Octoberfest where people drink home brewed beer and eat sausages.
It’s hardly fair.
There is nothing for it but sleep and dream of large amounts of meat and chews.
Blessing #1079-Fantasy Food
Booming Banter 