A big, juicy, tasty bone.
The cat in the house across the street. His first hooman feeds him in the kitchen before he leaves for work, then Felix sits outside waiting for the second hooman to see him, then he gets another bowl of food. I wish I could think of tricks like that.
Every time my hooman leaves I think he’s left me forever. I just can’t relax.
Hmm I don’t know what those numbers mean. But last Saturday my hoomans took me for a walk, then I ate, slept, dug a hole, ate and then slept some more.
I used to think I was a Labrador, but one day I saw a reflection of myself and I didn’t look like my Labrador friends from the park. I was confoosed for a while, but then I saw a dog at the park that hoomans called a “Poodle” and I noticed my hair was just like hers. I think I’m what hoomans call a “mix breed”.